He's not real, but I'm thinking about him.

Someone got me writing again,
Helped me return to this passion pit of fire even if it was for a short time.
A place that I once dredged myself out of on my hands and knees.

Tricky little habits were calling me again
because I didn't want to leave.
I wiped my heart from off my sleeve.
Had to force myself away even if it was for a day.

He's not real, but I'm thinking about him.
Someone I've always wished to find
Someone never far behind.
A fantasy from time to time.

He's not real, but he's thinking about me.
Asking for a little more time.

That artificial sweetener on the top of my tongue.
That honey that drips into a run.
That captive sensation that makes me impatient from chasing the idea of you.

Like that oil slick rainbow,
Like those ice chips

As I lift my feet off the ground
that captive sensation makes a sound.

He's not real, but he's thinking about me.