I was drunk on love and it tasted like sangria
When reality came knocking at my door
I was high on life or that general idea
When reality came knocking at my door
I tried to ignore it, pretend that I was gone
I had no need for it to linger on and on and on
Posed as an adult during mid-life adolescence
When reality came knocking at my door
Acted like a child in a real child's presence
When reality came knocking at my door
I had to lie low, had to lie down in my bed
I dimmed the lights and pulled the sheets over my head
I was so naive, thought I had my shit together
When reality came knocking at my door
Thought I had a roof in my time of stormy weather
When reality came knocking at my door