Fiction

You call me, oh, you call me all the time

You tell me, "ooh baby, yeah, you're mine"

I like you, baby draw me all these smiles

I like you, but it's just so, so many miles

I can't take just a fictional you

It's making me sad

Can't take just a picture of you

It's making me mad

All I know it's a weekend or two

That I can't get past

I draw you, oh, I draw you in my mind

Look for you and your imaginary eyes

I saw you, oh, but the details I can’t find

Adore you, I adore you

But it’s started to blur the lines

I can't take just the fictional you

It's making me sad

Can't take just a picture of you

It's making me mad

All I know it's only a weekend or two

That I can't get past