It's all black and white here and,
and could I just have your number?
Because I stare off into space and think about
the times that we did those things, that actually
never even happened. But they could, and they won't.
I just think about you, and I think about me, if we'd ever be.
You're just a made up part of my mind, you help me sometimes.
and when I break my gaze, I'm alone again.