This secret life you finally see
Is really nothing new
It’s been the biggest part of me
Since I was only two
I’ve lived inside my head
As much as in the world
The things I’ve done and said
That’s just the surface, girl
Big Ricky, Little Ricky,
Friends only I could see
I know it’s a little tricky
But they were real to me
The Kid – that’s what they call me
An ethereal illusion
As real as real can be
Or is that my delusion?
I don’t mean to dismiss
The trouble I have caused
I just examined this
And now it gives me pause
What is fantasy
But the life we live inside
And reality
But a fantasy override?
The rails seemed fine
When they were side-by-side
But alas, the wail and whine
When they cross and thus collide
