Witt Lowry - Look Alive lyrics

Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while
Lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday? Are you
Working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know i know, I know

Sometimes I don't want to wake up
'Cause dreams are what we're made of
And we live in a world where fake girls
Take fake drugs, make fake love
Damn, where's the real at?
Can't tell me you can't feel that
These layers that I peel back
Now tell me, is this real rap?
Fuck that, this is heart breakin'
How much can take this heart take?
You love something just so much
When it's gone you feel your heart ache
No, wait! I mean literally fucking
Feel your heart ache
Glass full of vodka just to
Drown away a hard day
Damn, so we fell out of love
You see, you wanted him, and me, I wanted us
We would fight
And we would argue and the fighting got tough
Then when I make a line like that
They'd try to guess who it was
But, what if I told you
These lines didn't mean shit?
Would you get the same feel from
When you thought that it did?
Like when a girl comes and tells you
That she wants to have kids
And then you fucking realize she
Never gave two shit's

Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while
Lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday? Are you
Working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know i know, I know

Sometimes I try to act tough
The pain I feel is too much
And we live in a world where girls
Just need to hide behind their makeup
I ain't made of mils, these college bills
Are costin' more than I make, huh
So I lay in bed and ponder
When the fuck these things will change up
What am I s'posed to do
Get two jobs to make it work
Well what's minimum wage
Is eight-fifty all I'm worth?
Damn, well I guess that is status quo
So all the rich are getting' richer
While the poor man stays poor and shit
I ain't looking for material things
I want the love and the music
And the fans that it brings
So what the fuck you looking for
Do you want the same thing?
Or is your mind set on nice
Cars and nice gold rings?
I try to bring things to light that
Have been locked in my mind
I put my heart out on a platter
You can take what you find it's fine
You can take this song as me just bitchin'
Or you can take this as a
Lesson, let your ears really listen
And listen

Stop the press, everything's a mess
You can look alive, but you are not at rest
And ideas are flowing through your head
A million miles an hour while
Lying in your bed
A lucid life you never thought you'd lead
Are you working everyday? Are you
Working just to bleed?
I know, I know, I know i know, I know