Pick Your Fiction
She beleives in Jesus ,
I believe in myths,
We both say that fairytales are true till they dont exist,
But they’re so mystical,
Magical so wonderful,
She wears lucky heather,
I wear a crucifix,
But i’m doubting Heaven,
Is for my kind,
And she’s thinking hell,
Has a place that she can find, inside,
I say pick your fiction,
Anything that fits,
She puts trust in her gospel dust now shes’s gonna go with it,
It’s the original,
Fictional, map for the soul,
We’re still seeking answers,
Something we mighta missed,
Cos i’m doubting Heaven,
Is for my kind,
And she’s thinking hell,
Has a place that she can find, inside,