Good day, I like you when you're drunk
I only wish I was there, not trapped upon this bunk
Hurry, and to God-knows where
In a land far, far away; in a low-budget production
I make up stories of you
In seduction, you may want to add a thing or two between the lines
Tell me all about it and I'll try to make the words jump off the pages at any time
Lost in correspondances all day
For the lack of better words, I'll choose them carefully
and say 'I bet you're quite a sight'
I can't pretend I don't care, I'm not the jealous kind
But I can't imagine and stare, watchin your daylight fly by
Or topping my darkest confessions, reading the things I write
Just questions, you may want to add a thing or two between the lines
Tell me all about it and I'll try to make the words spill from your pages everytime
Girl, I could be doing this all day
But the lack of flesh and blood beneath the words leaves me inane
Is it a drug or a word, maybe just a nice piece of fiction?
Won't I ever cease to obsess over this universal addiction?
In a word you're all that I want, oh, you're the only prescription
But nothing here seems to match
Your description, you may want to add a thing or two between the lines
Tell me all about it and I'll try to make the words jump off the pages all the time
Strange abbreviations can prevent my serenading you in message number nine
I'll try to make the sentence last all day
And for lack of better words, I'll choose them carefully and say
Goodnight'