Psht. (You Love Fantasy)
You should have an award
For a fiction writer
What I thought was love
Was a tale you told
I’d sing this in a chord
My throat now gets tighter
Make the false myths move
I just want to hold.
Keep playing it cute
Like I don’t know
You. The foolishness
Psht…
You act dumb but you
Can’t act for your
Life. The ignorance
Now what can I afford
For love or something like
That I can just adore
In that tale I’m bold
Now we are all aboard.
We can turn on the light
And we will find the shore.
Despite us it’s gold
Keep playing it cute
Like I don’t know
You. The foolishness
Psht…
You act dumb but you
Can’t act for your
Life. The ignorance
You
Love
Fantasy
A chance at reality
(Ain’t it though loves believability)
I don’t know life
Beyond myself
I don’t know love
More than myself
You
Love
Fantasy
A chance at reality
(Ain’t it though loves believability)
Keep playing it cute
Like I don’t know
You. The foolishness
Psht…
You act dumb but you
Can’t act for your
Life. The ignorance
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