I dreamt of who I expected you to be last night
I woke up with you on my mind, when you picked me up
and we landed with a thud on your bed and we laughed
Like children and you tickled me and we kissed

And we were something then
But it was just the idea of you, friend.
Can I even call you that?
We don't speak anymore.
If we'd never met I wouldn't even know you existed,
we do not cross paths

I'm sorry I hurt you and I'm sorry you have a sad story to tell
people when you meet them even if you don't mention me at all
But I had to do something for myself and
Maybe it was just bad timing and
Maybe it didn't have to be you but
It was and I wish the idea of you I have inside my head was real.

But figments often play games with me and guide my hand down
a dark-lit path until I feel the familiar sense of disappointment

But I'm playing our song on repeat as I get ready and
it's one of the warmest days it's been in a while and
I wonder if you're working today or if you're at the beach and

Just know you're on my mind today
I'm sorry