[Verse]
With the lights down low
After the afterglow
Just a whistling wind in our ears
Memory is past
We relive the aftermath
I leave my to-do list in the sand
So when the day is long
Take care to carry on
Even deserts bloom, even water's piled up

[Bridge]
Reference point
Referencing my own thankfully anonymous thoughts
Hated on days like these
A haiku, archery, and a drawing of flowers
Reference point
Rеferencing my own shamefully еponymous thoughts
Written on years like rocks
Collected by days on the beach
Sushi, the late nights, and the wasting of hours

[Outro]
Is it real? Is it fake?
Is it all just a phase?
And is it over? And is it okay?
Do we know if there's any other way?
Am I useful? Am I sane?
Am I a bird in a gilded cage?
Am I supposed to be feeling this way?
And are we just throwing it all down the drain?
Is it real? Is it fake? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Is it all just a phase? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Is it over? Is it okay? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Do we know if there's any other, any other way? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Am I useful? Am I insane? (Is it real? Is it real?)
Am I a bird in a gilded cage? (Is it real? Send it down the drain)
And are we joking? Are we broken? (Is it real? Down the drain)
Am I supposed to be, supposed to be feeling this way? (Is it real? Is it real?)