Zella Day - Real Life

Back in the monastery where the girls all learn to smoke
My house is full of idiots, yeah, I'm startin' to go broke
Ooh, I never knew, no, I never knew where all my money would go

Oh, that's the real life
Real life, real life

My man is thinkin' of me in stormy California weather
I'm on a ship to Sam's so I can hold on tight
But he's still livin' at his mother's
I want his misty eyes to warm my bed at night
But he's so stuck inside his emotions
Yeah, there's no one

Oh, that's the real life, real life, real life
It happens over and over and
Real life, real life, real life
It happens over and over and over and over and over and over and over

I've seen a television host put a cage around the children
Make 'em scream for the American dream just to tell 'em they're undeserving

Real life, real life, real life
It happens over and over and
Real life, real life, real life
Wake me up when it's over

Wake me up when it's over
Over and over
Wake me up when it's over
Over and over
Wake me up when it's over
Over and over