I'll set it straight This my frame Aint bout fame Something had to give when all seemed so bleak Had to speak bout that which make me live Sbeen long since those days childhood games with BTO on H That void dreaming boy would emply some tools to break things Never knew how hard it would be--coming real again. Painful play thievin ways Wasted days Cowardly return The flower inside out rooted doubt slowly dissipates This joy overwhelms seldom does anything just give This refrain cuts through pain Awaits me after all I've failed to gain Never knew how hard it would be--coming real again. Never knew how hard it would be--coming real at all. And I wave to the ghosts, still splitting halves in half Wave goodbye Thanks for the memories How we lied Now we tried Wishing on collapsing stars baby Never knew how hard it would be--coming real again.