I'm not ashamed to say
that none of this feels real.
I can hold your hand
(and will)
and run with you
through whatever fields you like.

Dive in puddles
swim in faucet drips.

And nothing feels real
until it's over.

Tell me,
what is true?
If everything's a lie?

I've been everything
no one wants me to be.
I've been everything
I was told was wrong.

I broke my own rules.

And it didn't feel real 'til now.