Choosing My Reality

You can believe anything you wish in the misinformation age.

What’s a matter did I do it again
Making something real that is only pretend
I have to ask you can you even blame me
Take a look from my perspective, think you’ll like what I see

That’s why I’m choosing my reality, you can’t blame me when it seems blurry
When I’m choosing my reality, an opportunity to run away and hide
Just pick out your shooting star and fly

They say there’s nothing real unless it’s on your TV
So rip the plug out of the wall and leave it to bleed
Even in your pocket, gotta find the will to block it
Before it bores into your brain until you’re bored or insane

That’s why I’m choosing my reality, you can’t blame me when it seems blurry
When I’m choosing my reality, an opportunity to run away and hide
Just pick out your shooting star and fly

I’m going far above the clouds, fathoms from the crowds
Where I can see for endless miles
If you’ll lift up your eyes, from the mud to the skies
You’ll be staring a great long while

We’re taught to trust, yet we’re born to lie
Is consistent rife confusion to any one a surprise
Can’t believe mere words, and you question your eyes
You abandon hope for truth and don your favorite disguise

That’s why I’m choosing my reality, you can’t blame me when it seems blurry
When I’m choosing my reality, an opportunity to run away and hide
Just pick out your shooting star and fly

What’s a matter did I do it again
Making something real that is only pretend
I have to ask you can you even blame me
Take a look from my perspective, I think you’ll like what I see