A Bromance in Bohemia - Real
текст песни

Am / C / G / F
My mind flits from grey to grey
I’ll never let go of the things you say
You’re disappointed but I don’t see
How empathy’s supposed to occupy me
My mind flits from blue to blue
It shouldn’t hurt me to disappoint you
You’ve done your research; you’ve seen me through
I thought that was enough for you
Am / G /F
So what am I to do?
What kind of answer would satisfy you?
Chorus
G / Am / G / C / Am / G
The doctors told me I would fall
My heart is too small
My heart is too small
But if the criminal’s caught by the end of the day
What more is there left to say?
My mind flits from red to black
There are lives at stake, what’s the use of tact?
You joke around but you don’t seem to see
The effect you have on me
And how am I to say
All the feelings I can’t convey?
Chorus
Am / C / G / F
So give me the case or give me the cocaine
Stop looking at me, I know its strange
I’m not strapping bombs to people’s chests
What more do you want, have I passed your test?
Am / C / G / Am / G / F
My mind rebels at—stagnation
My body at any close sensation
I’m afraid… of nothing
I’m afraid… of boring.
Chorus
My good doctor tells me to stand tall
He says, “Your heart is not small
Your heart is not small,
And maybe, if you let yourself feel
You might actually feel real.
You might actually feel real.”