The Fiction We Live

You might be just what I need, no I would not change a thing. Been dreaming of this so long, but we only exist in this song. The thing is I’m not worth the sorrow. But if you come and meet me tomorrow. I will hold you down, fold you in, deep, deep, deep in the fiction we live. I break in two over you, I break in two and if a piece of you dies. Autumn I will bring you back to life, of course I see you, I do.