And when I see you
I really see you upside down
But my brain knows better
It picks you up and turns you around
Turns you around
Turns you around

If you feel discouraged
When there's a lack of color here
Please, don't worry, lover
It's really bursting at the seams
From absorbing everything
The spectrum's A-to-Z

Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah
Ah, ah

This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years
All the girls in every girlie magazine can't make me feel
Any less alone
I'm reaching for the phone
To call at 7:03
On your machine, I beg and plead
For you to come home
But it's far too late
I should have given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay
Given you a reason to stay

This is fact, not fiction
For the first time in years