Fiction

This is about a relationship where one person hopes it could be more than it is.

Fiction, when we're not together Mistaken for a vision, something of my own creation

• I make up a fictitious version of our lives when we're not together. I think it's something that could happen, but it's my hope, not reality

I wake up alone, with only daylight between us Last night the world was beneath us, tonight comes, dear love

• we're not together and nothing is stopping us from being together. Nothing mattered to us when we were together/hooked up, but now the end is coming

Were we torn apart by the break of day? You're more than I can believe, would ever come my way

• was it always going to be like this? Is this my realisation that is never being together was inevitable? Are we too different? You're better than I thought I deserved

Fiction, when we're not together Mistaken for a vision, something of my own creation

• I have been lying to myself

Come real love, why do I refuse you? 'Cause if my fear's right, I risk to lose you

• and I'm missing out on real love with someone else, which is what I want. I fear that this isn't real love. But if I admit that, then I lose this illusion that I've created of us being in love

And if I just might wake up alone Bring on the night

• and if I'm just by myself, then bring on the sadness/despair, or time when I can dream more about this fictitious version of us

Fiction, when we're not together Mistaken for a vision, something of my own creation

• I dream of a fictitious version of us

Any certainties, how am I to tell? I know your face all too well, still I wake up alone

• I don't know anything for certain. I feel so close to you, yet I'm not.

Fiction, when we're not together

• so I make up these lies to help me cope.