Out here it's 95 degrees in the shade

There's nothing left, but ashes of the plans we made

I'll be the last one standing, I'm not afraid

Of trippin' over myself, worrying 'bout

  the things they said



It feels just like being alone

I wish I was at home with you

You're the only thing that's real



All the books I've read just leave me cold

Same lies, same confessions, same stories being told

It's amazing how cheaply everyone's bought and sold

How easy we break, how easily we fold



And you know

It feels just like being alone

I wish I was at home with you

You're the only thing that's real

I can do anything

Act like a fool or I can sing about you

You're the only thing that's real



It's so easy to stumble, so easy to lose your way

It won't take much to forget what you're trying to say