The thought of simple things with you is enough to drive me crazy.
It's a kind of crazy that I crave, even though I know it's likely wrong for me.
I know that I'm a dreamer, and this is all a silly girls silly dream
But I know I'm not the only one, and thus far no harm has come.

The thought of the first meeting, of how it could all go.
The mere thought of that glance, of that first sign, that first spark.
I know all too well that I am far from perfect and I am far from desirable
But I know I'm not the only one, and I know that could change.

The thought of the first invite over, if there would ever be such a thing.
I have closed my eyes and imagined, and thought, and gone through the script.
Of course I know life is not a play, not a movie, not a television series
But I know I'm not the only one, and I can accept what may not be.

The thought of the first... if I dare say it, kiss, if that would ever arise
My heart smiles and gets carried away with the mere thought.
I would give anything for these silly little dreams to become my reality
But I know I'm not the only one who has a say in any of this.