is there such a thing as real or fake i'm watching the shadows on the sidewalk break selling off my kisses by the side of lake i'm watching the dove fly away with the cake and i'm thinking about the mechanical bull of heaven looked it straight in the eye and fell into a shell in that moment i wanted nothing, nothing more than myself it dances and quivers, navigating the maze i fumble with the airlock then capitulate is there such a thing as real or fake i press my cheek to the stuff dark matter generates fall in the wheel or get crushed by the game cuz nothings ever static or just more of the same and i'm thinking about the mechanical bull of heaven looked it straight in the eye and fell into a shell in that moment i wanted nothing nothing more than myself in that moment i wanted nothing nothing more than myself