Hyperrealism

I can't get my head around it
Just when I had thought I'd found it
I can't get a way back

Faces ghosts, familiar places
His redeeming saving graces
I can't get a way back

A hyper realised version of all the shit
A romanticised version of all of it
For strangers to see
A pathetic ending to just submit
Now a dramatised version of all of it
For strangers to see

You've loaned it out
You have loaned it all out

Seaside town folk in glass houses
Hiding from the ones beside us
I can't get a way back

Your taking vows and second prizes
Taking out all the surprises
I can't get a way back

You've loaned it out
You have loaned it all out
You've loaned it out
You have loaned it all out

I can't get a way back