Maybe scenarios made themselves up
And you really didn't kiss me softly
But you just walked by and said hello
And my mind went crazy.

Maybe you mumbled
When I thought you told me you loved me
And you really said that you love blue
Or glue.

You couldn't have been the one
Holding me in the middle of the night
Because then it would have meant something more
It was probably just a pillow.

I must have simply made you up
Because that's the only logical reason
That you would throw all this away
And leave me to tend to the pieces.