I made a call
To a friend of mine
A former love of mine

I built it up
All inside my head
And it came spilling out
On the phone

She said
"Truth is so much stranger than fiction"
Oh, fiction
And I said
"I don't have five years left
That's my prediction"
Oh, my prediction

She was soft at heart
But I was out of time
Did she even know
I was in my prime

So it came spilling out
From inside my head
"Six months is too long"

She said
"Truth is so much stranger than fiction"
Oh, fiction
And I said
"I don't have five years left
That's my prediction"
Oh, my prediction

She said
"Truth is so much stranger than fiction"
Oh, fiction
And I said
"I don't have five years lеft
That's my prediction"
Oh, my prediction

She said
"Truth is so much strangеr than fiction"