Testo Fiction Night

I know you think i
did it every time but i rarely rushed out
into the night
i stayed at home
under the kitchen light
my little truth
and your big lies
spring drank all the wine the sun always in my eyes
look who you're talking to
out of the black
and into the blue moon
permanent scars
and fixed stars
then coming back
from this and that
winnipeg city
i think about you all the time driving and swerving
and drinking wine
in a car i know you told me so but there's no one
on these old empty roads
and it's really coming down
over the hills and into the towns for you
head outside with me
into the fiction night
you're only truly wrong
when you know you're right
you're the little bit in my life