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 naive
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