Dream me up a fabrication and let the tale leave your lips.
Weave for me a blanket of half truths and let it swaddle my skin.
Give to me a dozen dead roses, so disappointment never nears.
And with the false hope your essence brings, I'll surely dry my tears.
Yet in return I give to you my undying devotion.
And accompanied by the bourbon I'll choke down your love potion.