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'