The Escape Artist

Send me another email
I can't get enough of your prose
Text me another Cliche
And escape the life you chose

Promise to fill my emptiness
With the loneliness you feel
Tell me what I think is imaginary
Then tell me what you think is real

Offer me another solution
The problem's all in my head
Lock me in your day dreams
But let me imagine I'm in your bed

Lets create The Fantasy
Between these empty lines
Playing with only words
We'll act out our love crimes

I'll give into your hedonism
If you accept this piece of mine
Let's just come to an agreement
To waste the other's time