Texty: Good China (The). Old Maps/New Roads. If Pain Persists.

With a little imagination I pretend
Your shiny new pearl necklace was a gift from me
Oh, the thought of all this glorious gift givin' is enough
to make me give when there's nobody to receive
Such a waste to piss away what should be
draped around your neck
But when realities too much to take,
Self deception is a vital skill to perfect

Believe I know that I ain't got no chance
Of this turning into romance
But if I suspend my disbelief
Maybe then I'll find a little relief
Maybe then I'll finally get relief

With a little imagination I pretend
The pleasure you're expressing was caused by me
Glad to oblige... I love to see you happy.
The brutal reality is as far as you're concerned, I don't even exist
But taking refuge in my fantasies Is a little too hard, baby, to resist

Believe I know that I ain't got no chance
of this turning into romance
But if I suspend my disbelief
Maybe then I'll find a little relief
Maybe then I'll finally get relief

You'll never know just how much I care
While you're blissfully unaware,
It's an unrequited love that I wish we could divey up and share
You'll never know just how much I care
While you're blissfully unaware,
This unused excess of passion ferments into pain and despair

You'll never know just how much I care

(Thanks to Brock for these lyrics)