(They Have) Real Sugar (in Seattle)

I’ve got a heart
It’s full of holes
If I ask it where they came from it won’t know and
I’ve got a brain
I’ll ask instead
But the problem is I’m asking my own head

So give me

One good reason
I should sit and wait for nothing.
Why should
I just stick around and
Shake this feeling everybody’s out to get me
They don’t know

I’ve got a heart
It’s full of holes
I think that it’s my fault but I don’t know and
I’ve got a chance
To make it out
And see what their real sugar’s all about

So give me

Names and faces
I’m losing things I used to know
It makes me wonder where they go
They’re disappearing
And I pretend that I can handle
All the change but let me tell you

I am losing highs and lows
To too much self-control
I can’t show myself to you
Because

I’ve got a heart It’s made of holes
A lot of people think it’s just for show
And this guitar
Feels like a gun
It’s loaded with intentions and it’s pointed right at everyone

So give me

One good reason
I should sit and wait for nothing.
Why should I just stick around and
Fake this feeling
I pretend that I can handle
All the change but let me tell you

I am losing highs and lows
To too much self-control
I can’t show myself to you
Unless you promise

You’ve got a heart too