imaginary

We're imaginary to each other
 At least for now
 With a blurry concept of a summer
 That you'll show up in, no doubt
 In this quiet house
 I've saved up my days alone to spend
 I've been missing out
 'Cause you're so goddamn perfect in my head
 I don't even know your name
 And you don't know my voice
 A million things to say
 I'll hear you through the noise
 Well maybe in a year
 Or maybe tomorrow you'll be here
 I haven't made any plans
 So find me if you can
 Our imaginary conversations
 All write themselves
 Just a road trip with no destination
 'Cause I know I shouldn't dwell
 On what's not real yet
 How can I miss nights I haven't spent
 With someone I haven't met
 Am I somebody perfect in your head
 I don't even know your name
 And you don't know my voice
 A million things to say
 I'll hear you through the noise
 Well maybe in a year
 Or maybe tomorrow you'll be here
 I haven't made any plans
 So find me if you can