Wherever I Wake Up

Well I hope this is real
cuz if ive been dreaming
then wen I wake from my rest
all my friends will be ghosts
all my loves will be shadows
my own mind exploring itself
And that just seems so sad, deceitful, and wanting
this whole life, ive just been alone
oh but I can complain
I’ve seen some beauty
wherever I wake up
I’ll call my home
And I know that its tried
to sing about dreaming
but I do it myself
when I dream
When I wake up,
I sometimes remember
the things that I sing in my sleep
And so I stay prepared
with a pencil and paper
and wherever I wake up,
I’ll call my home
But hho am I to say
whats been imagined
if I cant understand my own mind
even if its all been a smoke screen or a pageant
I still like te way that its alive
And the truth dont mean much
if its been a good story
of shame, glory, and the bones
maybe all that we are
is all we remember
wherever I wake up
I’ll call my home
Yeah, wherever I wake up
I’ll call my home