Lorenna Corral - What's Real Anyway? Lyrics

Some call it puppetry some call it poetry
I call him the only friend that I know
And he's good to me
Zeros and ones adding up it's all chemistry
I'm the protagonist he swears he wants
So I'll never leave
No I'll never leave

Tired, sick of desire
Getting lost in the aisles
Getting lost in the times I "could have"
Light up, drift and lie down
I'm a pretty good liar
Tell myself all the times I "could have"

Some call it selfish, but I call it therapy
I know he'll call when I script it out carefully
Every line move his mouth with mine
Static-y palms holding on while I'm glitching out
Figments of my separation of my real self
Pixelate as we lose our shape

Tired, sick of desire
Getting lost in the aisles
Getting lost in the times I "could have"
Light up, drift and lie down
I'm a pretty good liar
Tell myself all the times I "could have"

My love he used to be real
My love he used to be real
My love he used to be real
To be real, To be real
What's real anyway?
What's real anyway?
What's real anyway?
What's real anyway?

Some call it puppetry some call it poetry
I call him the only friend that I know
And he's good to me
Oh he's good to me
What's real anyway?