By Connor Pohlman
From Himmy, as a forewarning to himself
I wanna be a real boy… Again
C-J keeps it real, boy… keeps it 10
He said that a perfect man
could never be an artist
He’d have all the answers
before he’d even started
It’s real easy for him to swallow life’s pill,
for us it’s the hardest
But wear a smile made of dry erase regardless
Do you think I’d sacrifice real life
For all the fame and flashing lights?
Pinnocchio lied, and that’s what kept him from it
I think the truth, and I keep running
Pinnochio’s story goes… Pinocchio's story goes…
I don’t have a Geppetto
To stop me from crossing the threshold
To stop me from digging a deeper hole
To tell me that I’m so fortunate
To be standing where the less fortunate
Had their dreams swept away as the wind blew
While I’m here living my dreams come true
To save me from all of the vices
That come with this life uninvited
Pinch myself, I’m still alive, I’m not dead
No, not yet
I wanna be a real boy
I wanna play with real toys
I wanna feel pure joy
I wanna feel pure joy
Said I wanna be a real boy
I wanna play with real toys
I wanna feel pure joy
I wanna feel pure joy
I wanna be a real boy again…
I wanna be surrounded by friends
Who are there till the end
Who have no care to spend
My money or my years
With their fake tears
It’s now so clear
Your poison-tipped spear
Killed Hercules, and now me
Don’t have the time to bleed
Still gotta make my movies
Still gotta tell my stories
I wanna be a real boy again…
I wanna be with my real friends
Who I know are there with me to the end
Despite all the tread and dread
That I’ve caused them…
It’s all past tense
Still I get the sense
They’re all so tense
When I’m the one who caused it
The fallout and the mosh pit
Of our love,
and of our trust
It’s all my fault… It’s all my fault
It’s all my fault… It’s all my fault
I just wanna be a real boy again
Be with my family and friends
Until I meet my end
Until I’m in Heaven
When I’ll be a real boy again
That’s when I’ll be a real boy again…