I dreamt of a girl I haven’t thought of in years
Pale skin and bleached blond hair
Though I always like her more in her natural brunette
In yoga pants with a cigarette
Sharing our time in conversation
About everything from Tolkien to Hawking
And in this dream
I held her head in my hands, pulled her in for a kiss
Despite the makeup caked on to hide what she’s made of
We made up, we made out, we made it
We messed around with each other’s heart
The kind of fleeting support that sticks
As a casual thought in the back of the mind
What a good time
Doesn’t need to last
Only to have existed

Last night you were in my arms
Your head cradled on my chest
We were simply lying there
You said some things
That I’ve now forgotten
And you had regained
Some of that weight you’d lost
From back when I was into you

I dreamt of you again last night
You and your dad
And for some reason in black
We were taking a picture
And you stood in front of me
But he didn’t like it too much

Yet your eyes
More real than real
The connection I could feel
In this fabrication

(Now for a chorus)
Hook me up
To the machine
Let me see
Everything
Let me live
In this tale
So I can
Finally feel!

Now I’m at work reminiscing
This nocturnal fantasy
Making a hot fuss of it all in thought
Wiping the tears so they aren’t seen
So they won’t truly know me
Or notice me
Hoping to finally forget you

These girls of my dreams
They love me more
Than any have before
And probably more yet
Than any ever will, I’d bet

I wish only to hold your face in my hands
For you to rest your head upon my chest
All your worries in this world would whisk away
And mine shall subside into the sea…