Seems you’d like nothing more than to have that imaginary girl
Gather her into your arms, run your hands through her short black hair
Whisper in her elfin ears that you treasure her, you love her, whatever (ew)
The imaginary girl who sounds like that does not exist
So many things going on right now, but if they breathed a word
Seems you’ll think it was how you hurt your imaginary girl
And that the world revolves around your imaginary love for
The imaginary girl who sounds like that, but does not exist
The imaginary girl who sounds like that looks nothing like her.
She exists only in the depths of your mind.
She’s the subject of your art, so cleverly vague.
She’s the object of thoughts you can’t describe.
She’s a fictional character they would never voice.
She only exists in the mirrors of your mind.
She is no one.
She is you.