okay so i think i've sold my soul or something sometimes I feel really unfamiliar to myself, like I just can't even stand it I don't recognize myself, and I wonder if anyone else recognizes me
I dreamed of you last night Of the summer nights we spent When you appear in my dreams, it's always my favorite memory of us My parents aren't home, it's midnight You take my hands in yours and begin to twirl me around the kitchen I don't quite miss you, but I miss that I miss the infatuation Sometimes, I wish you would dance with me again.