i used to dream that she would notice
the deep down man i thought i was
people say they put personality first
but no one really does

i used to dream that she would find
a trace of my heart, warm from the fire
and she’d press it to her cool cheek
i dreamt i made her feel desired

i used to dream that she would need me
she’d run to me and hide from her day
i’d comfort her and fight her battles
i dreamt i scared all her monsters away

i used to dream that i made her feel better
that she searched my eyes for my thought
and when i’d sigh she’d beg for a story
i dreamt things were what they were not

now i dream only that i make her feel
for i can’t tell hello from goodbye
cold as ice, blamelessly nice
i dream i can make her cry