Real

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I am real, I’m not a screen
I’m not a number, I’m not a meme
I am real, highly imperfect
Spur-of-the-moment, outcast and shipwrecked
 
I am real, extremely awkward
Hopeless at crosswords, never on time
And I don’t need to have the last word
But just give me a reason and I’ll give you a rhyme
 
And here’s the chorus
Where I share some great epiphany
But I don’t have one
Just a few chords and me
 
I am real, like a pencil and paper
Like a smile and a touch, ain’t nobody’s savior
I am real, like strings on a fretboard
Like rhythm on a dance floor
Like a wanna do more
 
Not photoshopped, not auto tuned
I am not scripted or destiny-doomed
I am real, not some mirage
I’m four kids playing power chords
Just down the street in some garage
 
And here’s the chorus
Where I share some great epiphany
But I don’t have one
It’s just a few chords and me
 
I am real, I’d like to talk to you
If you could put aside that little screen
Then you could tell me, tell me how you feel inside
Wouldn’t have to hide behind a blinding sheen
 
I am real, here and now
Standing right in front of you
Can you see me somehow?
I am real, not your midterm grade
Or your flavor of the month
Or your latest escapade
 
I am real, I really wrote this
Not like you and that thing you made with Cheat 1-2-3
I am real, not Baudrillard
Not Jacques Lacan
Or Captain Kierkegaard
 
I am real, wish you were, too
The things we could see, the things we could do
 
And here’s the chorus
Where I share some great epiphany
But I don’t have one
It’s just a few chords and me
 
I am real, highly imperfect
Extremely awkward, outcast and shipwrecked
I am real, I’m not a screen
I’m not a number, I’m not a dream

Written by Christopher Gascón
Lyrics © Christopher Gascón
Lyrics licensed & provided by Musixmatch