Realist

Doesn't matter if I'm wearing shades I see clearly in any lighting That's the blessing of the curse Of being a realist in a dreamer's world I put myself down before anyone can So you can rest easy being the braver man I can't trust the future, based on the past So I f*ck up all of my own plans So I bury that feeling in the garden dirt Cuz I'll never live up to a girl like her Won't find my love if it's six feet under And if I don't feel, then I can never get hurt I could use a rest while the curtain's drawn Oh, I'm a mess but the show goes on What I am isn't what you saw But I can't turn back, cuz I'm in too far So there's no point in giving it a shot Cuz you're a ten and honey, I'm not I wouldn't survive it if you changed your mind So I'm bringing the gun to knife fight So bury that feeling that you think you feel Cuz I'll never live up to your ideals You think you know just what you want But it's not me, I can tell you that much I'm not familiar with the act of trust It's just a game, and you'll never call my bluff It's been a ruse since the very first day I've even been lying about my middle name So here's the problem with the curse Of being a realist in a dreamer's world If there's one thing in life that I'm sure of It's that if I don't feel, then I can never get hurt If I don't feel, then I can never get hurt If I don't feel, then I can never get hurt