Fiction

I used to think of myself as a story teller
That I could really weave a tale or spin a yarn
That I could sit down and write you a million seller
On pen and paper on the back of my guitar
But this turn of events sure got me spinnin'
I’m second guessin' everything I thought I knew
It’s not the sane ending of a great beginning
I couldn’t make it up if I wanted to
'Cause there ain’t no words to say, lines to write or chords to play
To paint the depiction of him winding up with you
And this world’s so turned around
I’m thinkin' about just layin' it down 'cause
I can’t write enough fiction to keep up with the truth
I can’t put a slant on this situation
To make it feel any better than it really is
I guess I ain’t no match for your imagination
I guess I ain’t the only thing you ran off with
'Cause there ain’t no words to say, lines to write or chords to play
To paint the depiction of him winding up with you
And this world’s so turned around
I’m thinkin' about just layin' it down 'cause
I can’t write enough fiction to keep up with the truth
'Cause there ain’t no words to say, lines to write or chords to play
To paint the depiction of him winding up with you
And this world’s so turned around
I’m thinkin' about just layin' it down 'cause
I can’t write fiction to keep up with the truth
Nah, I can’t write fiction to keep up with the truth