Fantasy

{piano/acoustic guitar for Verse 1; as ends, e. guitar riff begins}

If only you were real,

I know it wouldn’t be the same,

But I want you,

Whoah-oh,

Next month is my birthday,

All I want is you,

Wrapped with white ribbon.

I think about all the things,

‘bout you I don’t like,

(Murder, that’s one.)

But it’s hopeless,

I just keep falling,

For your blue eyes,

For that soft smile,

Even for all the lies.

I can always give up,

But where would I be then?

I make believe to keep me sane,

So where does that leave me?

You keep doing this kind of thing,

I’m flying on CGI wings,

When I see your face,

Hear your voice,

Wish I could reach out,

Wish I could reach in,

Wish it all were real,

But it’s just my crazy little fantasy.

Last week I wrote a letter to you,

Turned on my computer and typed it through,

Watching you, recording you,

Imprinting you in my brain.

After all, it’s not like I’m ever,

Going to find someone else,

(Who’d go for a girl like me?)

I think I scare the living hell,

Out of everybody,

But you don’t care,

You don’t even know me,

And now I’m choking,

Crying away,

Black thorns piercing my heart,

You did this,

I know that it’s true.

When I can’t get to sleep,

Sometimes I hear your voice,

A kind of baritone, medium-deep,

I can fall down the abyss,

My REM showing me all these things,

Where we’re together,

I take in the smell of sweat, blood, and grease,

My fingers go through your dark hair,

Why, brain, why do you tease,

Why’re you siding with me,

I thought you were smart.

I should just give up,

But where would I be then?

I make believe to keep me sane,

So where does that leave me?

You keep doing this kind of thing,

I’m flying on CGI wings,

When I see your face,

Hear your voice,

Wish I could reach out,

Wish I could reach in,

Wish it all were real,

But it’s just my crazy little fantasy.

I’m alive,

I’m alone,

Piecing your life together,

I excuse you,

I wish I were you,

Maybe, maybe,

But it’ll never come to pass,

I dream about you,

All it does,

Is keep me wanting more,

Of something I’ll never have.

[guitar solo]

{e. guitar stops; piano back again, before giving rise to e. guitar}

If only you were real,

I know it wouldn’t be the same,

Next month is my birthday,

All I want is you,

Wrapped with white ribbon.

I can always give up,

But where would I be then?

I make-believe to keep me sane,

So where does that leave me?

You keep doing this kind of thing,

I’m flying on CGI wings,

When I see your face,

Hear your voice,

Wish I could reach out,

Wish I could reach in,

Wish it all were real,

I wish I could give up,

But I know I’d let go then.

I make-believe to keep me sane,

Think I’m not all,

All alone, yeah,

You keep doing this kind of thing,

I’m flying on CGI wings,

When I see your face,

Hear your voice,

Wish I could reach out,

Wish I could reach in,

Wish it were all real,

I know it’s my crazy little fantasy,

Fantasy,

Whoah-yeah,

Wish you could know me,

Wish you could love me,

But it’s just my crazy little fantasy.