We saw a line, so we got in
Without knowing what was going on
Saturday in Chinatown 
The street moves by
But you and I
Are perfectly still

And still
I feel
This little nagging thing
Like theres somewhere I should be 
Like there's something wrong with everybody else but me

There's something in the air
I guess it's the pollution
I guess it's the vaccine
I guess there doesn’t have to be a reason
(I guess it’s the new algorithm)
I guess I’ll see you later
It’s up to your discretion, I guess
I guess it was a fluke
They’re working on the system

We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real
For real
Mmmmm

There's something in the way
She moves
And now I can't remember
Something I’m supposed to do
Something just broke
It’s like somebody died
That’s just just something people say
Real people

We'd be so fucked if this was real
But I'm not really planning to stick around here
None of this counts
In a couple years
I’m gonna start my life for real    
Mmmmm
Then it's all over

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Written, performed, and produced by Katie McTigue
Mixed and mastered by Dylan Ganz

unReal / forReal

Real poetry is always about plants and birds and trees and the animals and milk and honey breathing in the pink but real life is behind a screen

unReal / forReal

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