Baby, baby… you wanted us golden. One page, one kiss, one ever after folded. You brought me a castle in a paper crown, I touched the towers and the walls burned down. I turn silk into sirens, roses into rain, every little heaven learns my middle name. You said, “Be gentle, be simple, be safe,” but I make a theatre out of every embrace. I don’t mean to bruise the moon on your face, I just love how it shines when it starts to break. And you hate when your eyes go glassy, hate when I see you care. But your tears look holy on me, like cinema light in the air. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I pull the flood from the floor. But when you cry for my future, I want you even more. So love me, love my imagination, love my movies, love my fever-dreams. Love the way I fake salvation on a silver screen nobody sees. Love me, love my hallucination, love my almost, love my maybe. I hate reality, baby, but you are real enough to save me. Love my fantasies, ah-ah, love my movies, ah-ah. I hate reality, baby, so come live in my head with me. La-la-love my make-believe, make, make, make-believe. You’re real, you’re real, but you move like a dream. La-la-love my make-believe, stay where the colors bleed. I hate reality, but you look good in my fantasy. I speak your name sober, soft in my teeth, then loud like a prayer in the back of the street. Forget all the clichés, the cheap neon ache, I want the strange sugar, the beautiful fake. I love to describe you when my mind floats high, when the ceiling turns velvet, when the clocks untie. You visit my sleep in a blue-lit coat, with my worst little wishes caught in your throat. I know it’s cruel to adore the tear before the wound. I know it’s sweet in a poison-glass perfume. I don’t want the normal world, its dishes, dust, and closing doors. I want you in slow motion, rain-lit, impossible, yours. So love me, love my imagination, love my movies, love my fever-dreams. Love the way I fake salvation on a silver screen nobody sees. Love me, love my hallucination, love my almost, love my maybe. I hate reality, baby, but you are real enough to save me. Love my fantasies, ah-ah, love my movies, ah-ah. I hate reality, baby, but you look real when you dream with me. La-la-love my make-believe, make, make, make-believe. You’re real, you’re real, but you move like a dream. I hate reality… but you look good in my fantasy.
