I dreamt last night that we were strangers
No more red hair all on your floor
No more old t-shirts in my drawer
I knew nothing of your freckled shoulders
Nothing of your fingers down my spine
I found myself wondering how you took your coffee
As if I'd never watched you brew a pot
I sat smiling as you filled a room with belly laughs
Watched you make the crowd your own
I found myself wanting to leave my red hair on your pillowcase,
Find your old t-shirts in my drawer