I used to dream about love
Of the tall dark mysterious kind
I had it all figured out
Even what we would argue about
You took up most of my time
Nonexisting you still filled my mind
There was no room left for those
Who were too real, too palpable
You would walk up to me, mumbling awkwardly
Not quite knowing what to do with your feet
And I’d be all starry eyed from such a pretty sight
And then we would kiss and your breath would taste sweetly of mint
But as my fantasies grew
I found myself bored with you
Till one day I’d had enough
Of this love who refused to show up
So when I woke from my dream
She just stepped right in front of me
Somehow mysteriously
It was sweeter than I even dreamed of how sweet love could be
She just walked up to me, talking quite charmingly
Making jokes ‘bout how badly I sing
And I was all starry eyed, and later petrified
That one day I would wake up all alone
To find she too is only a dream
