Make Believe

Listen
How can you call this, call this, fiction when there's fingerprints?
Not to mention, misquoting a kiss
When it's on, when it's on, when it's on, when it's on
When it's on, when it's on, when it's on your lips

I know your love in all five senses
I know it wasn't all just in my head
I know we didn't play pretend when
You slid out of your clothes
I'll quote your love in all five senses
I know our love was written with a pen
And I know you know it, and I know you know it

Was it make believe? Was it just a dream?
Were the memories just a fantasy?
Paint the roses green, say they're just a weed
Turning you and me into make believe

How could, could you say I knew
We were too good, too good to be true?
Darling, I should, shouldn't be confused
'Cause you know, and you know, and you know, and you know
And you know, and you know it was always me and you

Was it make believe? Was it just a dream?
Were the memories just a fantasy?
Paint the roses green, say they're just a weed
Turning you and me into make believe