Lyrics to Real Life
Sleep 'til 12 PM
I hit the snooze on my alarm, let's do it again
Roll out of bed around 1:30, check who I am
‘Cause honestly, I don't remember
My sanity got stuck in December
And my boyfriend still exists
I'm in my hoodie and some sweatpants watching Netflix
Call it romantic with a little bit of a twist
Not gonna lie, don't wanna go ask for the time
I'd like a box of breadsticks, eh
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da
Scrolling through my phone all day
Looking at all these perfect people
You're gorgeous, stop
Oh, my God, bae
And I wonder what would they say if I did nothing to impress them
Would they still be obsessed then?
And my schedule fell through the cracks
Sometimes I get my shit together, but others, I take three or four naps
There's no system, maybe I should get a cool tat
Having dumb conversations with the evil house cat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
I don't think that you would think
That I could really be a pop star
But when I'm in my room
I'm really feelin' like a rock star
Everybody does it
Sarah Sue still says she wasn't
Probably busy lookin' pretty
For her special long-lost cousin
But what you gonna do
When you're around like 82
And you're not lookin' at the past
Like, "Damn, this life goes really fast"
And all that you can remember's
You were tryin' to be better
All these temporary pleasures
No real memories to treasure
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da
I hit the snooze on my alarm, let's do it again
Roll out of bed around 1:30, check who I am
‘Cause honestly, I don't remember
My sanity got stuck in December
And my boyfriend still exists
I'm in my hoodie and some sweatpants watching Netflix
Call it romantic with a little bit of a twist
Not gonna lie, don't wanna go ask for the time
I'd like a box of breadsticks, eh
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da
Scrolling through my phone all day
Looking at all these perfect people
You're gorgeous, stop
Oh, my God, bae
And I wonder what would they say if I did nothing to impress them
Would they still be obsessed then?
And my schedule fell through the cracks
Sometimes I get my shit together, but others, I take three or four naps
There's no system, maybe I should get a cool tat
Having dumb conversations with the evil house cat
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
I don't think that you would think
That I could really be a pop star
But when I'm in my room
I'm really feelin' like a rock star
Everybody does it
Sarah Sue still says she wasn't
Probably busy lookin' pretty
For her special long-lost cousin
But what you gonna do
When you're around like 82
And you're not lookin' at the past
Like, "Damn, this life goes really fast"
And all that you can remember's
You were tryin' to be better
All these temporary pleasures
No real memories to treasure
Yeah, yeah, yeah
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
It's gonna be alright
Welcome to actual real life
It's gonna be alright
Da-da-da-da
