Goodnight

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'