How Does It Feel To Be Real?

I thought I knew you, you thought you knew me I guess understandings just a passing phase Dance with me through a life full of change, very strange, but it's alright How does it feel to be real? Sorry if I strayed, left of what you'd say, sometimes we seem like actors missing their marks Can you be sure of where you belong? Am I wrong, or did our story change? How does it feel to be real? Making sense is my illusion, it's hard but it pays I'm comfortably warm, inside the norm Jumped in the river, I felt the cool breeze, I held and kissed you, this much is real, at least to me Somehow these other things will turn to gray, fade away, and be alright How does it feel to be real?