Real Person

There's a couple things I need to patch up

Asked my mother for some help to pack up

Leave a part of me right here forever

There's a silence to an empty space

Mourn the memories, they start to fade

All this gravity comes from the pressure

When are we told?

Are we taught how to grow?

Now that I'm gettin' older

Am I the last to know?

When do you feel like a real person?

Keep waitin' for that moment when I'll

Feel like it feels certain

I'm open but my feet are frozen

Emotion, and my stomach turns

Oh, my head keeps hoping I'll

Feel like a real person

Is there a little good in all the bad luck?

Do all these little bruises start to add up? (ah-ah)

Will all the broken pieces fit together? (ah-ah-ah)

Part of me fears that the fear never ends

And part of me steers down a road that's pretend

All of me knows you can't go back again

When do you feel like a real person?

Keep waitin' for that moment when I'll

Feel like it feels certain

I'm open but my feet are frozen

Emotion, and my stomach turns

Oh, my head keeps hoping I'll

Feel like a real person

When do ya

When do ya

When do, do-do-do, do-do-do ya

When do ya

When do ya

When do, do-do-do, do-do-do ya

When do ya

When do ya

When do, do-do-do, do-do-do ya

When do ya

When do ya

When do, do-do-do, do-do-do ya

When do ya

When do ya