I had another dream last night
of a girl who's skin is fair and white
had hair that never stayed the same shade twice
jumped around and shared the same color eyes
long black dress and cheap bright shoes
I'm looking right at my perfect muse

and I must admit
we'd make a perfect fit
the sun is waking up and I watch you fade out

but you're not real yet
in my mind's where I can only feel
simple touches and the brush of your nose
but then you have to go
this is how I know
I clutch my pen as I try to find you

I fall asleep with hopes of seeing my muse
to help me write about the things that I see in her shoes
always telling that you could not speak
just the things that always make me weak
and when I'm done you always have to leave
and I'm left with these rhymes that you helped me weave

but you're not real yet
in my mind's where I can only feel
simple touches and the brush of your nose
but then you have to go
this is how I know
I clutch my pen as I try to find you

but you're not real yet
in my mind's where I can only feel
simple touches and the brush of your nose

but you're not real yet