[Verse 1]I don’t think men are stupid, no—It’s the stories that we write.We paint a perfect strangerIn the colors of our light.We fall in love with fiction,Call it chemistry, call it fate,But it’s pheromones and longingThat make our hearts hallucinate.
[Pre-Chorus]’Cause seeing someone clearlyTakes more time than we admit—To watch who they become,Not just who we hope they’ll fit.
[Chorus]Oh, we’re fantasy people,Buying dreams they sell online.Big gestures, pretty pictures,But the small joys never shine.And when the truth feels heavy,We just swipe and start again—Another story, same illusion,Same machine cashing us in.
[Verse 2]Real love is in the waiting,In the hard days, in the mess.Finding reasons to stay steadyWhen the world says “want for less.”But the algorithms whisperWhat will keep us entertained—Not the quiet, honest moments,Just the dopamine and fame.
[Pre-Chorus]And no one wants the laborOf a heart that’s built to last—It’s easier to chaseThe fantasies we cast.
[Chorus]Oh, we’re fantasy people,Buying dreams they sell online.Big gestures, pretty pictures,But the small joys never shine.And when the truth feels heavy,We just swipe and start again—Another story, same illusion,Same machine cashing us in.
[Bridge]We’re sold and bought each morning,We’re the product, we’re the prize.And the ones who profit from itAre the ones who learned to monetizeEvery hope we’ve ever whispered,Every ache we try to hide—Turning love into a market,Turning longing into pride.
[Final Chorus]Oh, we’re fantasy people,Chasing shadows in the screen.But I’m learning that the real onesAren’t as shiny as they seem.Still I’d rather love the truth of you,Even when the days are thin—Than live inside a fantasyThat someone else cashes in.
