A Work Of Fiction

Summertime

Spent bending truths and bodies

Whispers in hotel lobbies

Perfect crime

Things you said

That first caught my attention

Were laced with such pretension

But I didn't see it then

What if all I want is a work of fiction?

A way to run away from my own ambition

I know denial's an odd addiction

I kept playing the game

Nostalgia is such a vicious creature

Another way to say that you fear the future

I see it now as a different picture

Fading frame by frame

So naïve

I fretted over smile lines

Scraped meanings out of star signs

Treading time

"We'll be fine"

Became my benediction

A sacred premonition

To make you sweet again

What if all I want is a work of fiction?

A way to run away from my own ambition

I know denial's an odd addiction

I kept playing the game

Nostalgia is such a vicious creature

Another way to say that you fear the future

I see it now as a different picture

Fading frame by frame

Silver tongue best left unsung

I use these days as a method of correction

For how I lived when I was young