Cut the Real - Madeline Kenney

I know what’s inside my head

But I think I need a breather

If I wasn’t such a wreck I’d start somethin'

I was sick of waking up to the bright light comin'

If I wasn’t such a mess I’d start somethin'

I don’t have to live it out just to learn a lesson

Yeah, I get it, you’re the bad kids, I’m the grunt

If it wasn’t my defense I’d start cussin'

Cut the real out of my mind

Cut the real out of my mind

I know what’s inside my head but it’s not really an answer

The same as almost anyone

When I cut the real out

I need the real out

I need the real out