[Intro] [guitars ring out, feedback swell] (Yeah, this is what it really feels like) [Verse 1] Woke up late with last night in my hair Boots on the carpet, eyeliner everywhere Kettle on boil, bills on the side Overdraft laughing, still I am alive Neighbours arguing through the paper thin wall Another day starting with a missed call Everyone posting their perfect light I have got rain on my fringe and I am alright [Pre Chorus] I am not a filter, I am the grain Ink on my hands, city in my veins If this is messy, that is fine At least I know this life is mine [Chorus] This is my real life, real scars, real nights No pretty filter on the streetlight I have got a cracked screen, but a beating heart Hand on the volume when the chaos starts If it is not honest, I do not want that shine I would rather live it than stay online [Verse 2] Night bus home with the last of my change Half of my plans never go as arranged Friends in a pub talking jobs and pay I am chasing songs that might not stay Mum on the phone saying "please be safe" I laugh it off, but I feel that weight Everyone racing for some finish line I am just trying to feel the climb [Pre Chorus] I am not a filter, I am the grain Ink on my hands, thunder in my brain If this is reckless, that is fine At least I know this life is mine [Chorus] This is my real life, real scars, real nights No pretty filter on the streetlight I have got a cracked screen, but a beating heart Hand on the volume when the chaos starts If it is not honest, I do not want that shine I would rather live it than stay online [Bridge] Let the make up run, let the records skip Let the night get loud until something clicks We are not here to look alright We are here breathing through the bite Turn the sound up in this little flat All of my ghosts can live with that [Breakdown] (Yeah) No more posing in somebody else’s frame I have got my own name, my own flame [Chorus] This is my real life, real scars, real nights No pretty filter on the streetlight I have got a cracked screen, but a beating heart Hand on the volume when the chaos starts If it is not honest, I do not want that shine I would rather live it than stay alive online [Outro] Guitar in the corner, boots by the door I have got just enough to want a little more If this is all I get this time I will still call it a real life
