Is She Fiction? Or Is She Real

Wish, wish if you will but not for the cynic in your head

or the background noise in your bed

The one truth, that I wanna have, the one thing I cant grasp

The one person I can't get.

Is she fiction? Or is she real?

I once had a dream so bright my eyes they lit up night skies

I reached for the sun to be burned by no one but me

And now I medicate just to make time fly by

But this road is tough, and not for the faint of heart,

If you can pull out your side arms then we will push

If I could only sing it out loud, she'd know she's in my head

Doctor don't you tell anyone that she's my Achilleas heal

Cause my nights spent searching dead damp bodies

on a dark street isn't what I need

I'd love to make a entrance and a difference

but I'm not sure how to go about it

So I sing it out, and I can sing it proud

And if you know it now, you can make it out

cause hospital morgues get more passion then I get

Cause

I'm obsessive by nature, and compulsive by most circumstance

Guided by only one thing going on in my fucking head

I've spent so much time chasing after one girl I'm never gonna have

I've spent so much time chasing after one dream that I wont get

And I'm gonna sing it loud until everyone hears me in this town

You are not the cynic inside my head, your are the background noise

You are the story of things I've left unsaid

The one truth that I wanna have, you are the one thing that I cant grasp

The one person that I cant get, you are it, the only thing I still need...

So are you fiction or are you real?

Are you fiction, or are you real?