Smoke floats michievously from a chimney
Where halfway up a stuctural mishap has caused a twenty degree bend 
Most things that we've done today have been impossible
We'll come back tomorrow to do them all again, lest we not believe ourselves

Tell me, why can't this place be real?
God damn adult responsibilities
Tell me, how soon can we come back?
Next week I'm pretty sure I'll be free

This breakfast sucks but I could not care less
I'll smile in my chair at crooked beams overhead and forget about those eggs

There's snow on every rooftop, and I'm in short sleeves outside
I'll take out a second mortgage to keep paying for this ride
Never thought I would look forward to standing around in lines
This place is the either greatest or it's just a sugar high

Tell me, why can't this place be real?
God damn adult responsibilities
Tell me, how soon can we come back?
Next week I'm pretty sure I'll be free