Last night I dreamed a crazy dream
That after your show you came off the stage
And you looked in my eyes
Its like every song you wrote was for me
And I think how can this be?
You re so beautiful that I get lost in all that you are
I was running from something
Back then I had not a clue
Until I heard you
It was all so perfect don't you see?
That Crissie, you and I were meant to be

I never want to wake up from these sheets
Not when you and I can pull off impossible feats
Waking up is not the same when it s only me
I blow on an eyelash wishing that this could be

I listened to you on the way home
And I started thinking what it would be like
If I was coming home to you
We d trade songs that we did in the studio
And take photographs to put in the liner notes
I d throw in a joke and a heart next to your name
If only we could play that game
That crazy thing called love
It s time I realized this could never be
What could someone like you ever see in someone like me?
Should I give up or try harder?
Its over now and I m just some indie rock martyr.