Reverie

She gets home and she takes her clothes off
And dances naked to those Bowie songs
Because she's cold hearted
And she's hot blooded
And her life is all misery and bong rips
She dyes her hair and she buys her clothes
From thrift stores that have love since closed
And she's got a tattoo on her left hand of an ocean wave
She's just going through the motions and doing her best to behave
But the shoreline is so close to the sand
And her socks are wet and her sweater vest is blocking her tan

But she's in my mind
But she's in my mind
Oh yeah
She's in my mind
She might not know I exist
And she might not long for my kiss
But she's in my mind
She has a cat skull and a broken dream catcher in her room
A record player in the corner with a picture of the moon
And she tries her best to play it cool
But the voices in her head can be so fucking cruel
She looks up at the stars and listens to my voice
It might not be too much but it's enough to fill the void
And she's a pixie cut and she's a nose ring
And she's a scar on her left eye
She's dreaming of a better place and she'll make it if she tries
She's the jokes that fill the spaces in between the treasured words
She's the voices in my head
The most lovely thing I've ever heard

And she's in my mind
Oh, oh
She's in my mind
I'm just not her kind
I'm the one that she just passes by
But she's in my mind
She's always in my mind
She's in my mind
Oh, she's in my mind