Courtesy Of lyrics

I think I'm tired of hearing don't With ticket stubs in front of me Paint my house all shades of gold That way I can't see He's not real, real, real, no Real, real, no, hey, no, no Real, real, real, no, no No, no I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own Quarter your visits and then some As every breath disturbs me And I would have no one know Of all these years waiting Days spend whiling and waiting In an anvil of sheets, yeah An anvil of sheets Your nose upon mine as I would go But who would you have if I were to leave? He's not real, real, real, no, no Real, real, no, hey, no, no Real, real, real, no, no No, no, no, hey, no, no He's not real, real, real, no no Real, real, no, hey, no, no Real, real, real, no, no No, no I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own I'm not even friends with the ones I know Courtesy of Curtis, I'm on my own