Sooo, sleep is real? Is that true?
Last night I took a trip with you
We went here and we went there
And sat right down and cleared the air
Sooo, love is real? Is that true?
Highway cul de sac without you
I find them or they find me
And I get stuck and they get free
His name’s In, she goes by Out
In calls Out to beeping
What of it was dreaming?
Out’s called out for months
tiles, nieces, tables, pieces
smiles, sleeping, sunsets, leases
floored bed frame, thought they’d share the same
Sooo, dark is light? That is real?
Befriend old pain if we’re to heal?
We went up, and we smashed ground
To follow us, our only sound
Sooo, now was then? That was real?
Airplane holidays when we’ve healed
I write it down so I don’t shout,
“In’s not in, sir. In is out.”
this is your life chuck johnson 