You're Not The One I'm Dreaming Of

Sitting in your windowpane, forgot myself, forgot your name
It's over now, as morning comes
I realize we're not the ones I thought we were in smoky bars or on the hazy boulevards
It's skin on skin but it's not love
You're not the one I'm dreaming of

Have to leave before you wake, be walking home – the walk of shame
I know it's sad, but it's okay: You'd never like me anyway
Unless we go to smoky bars and drink until we get a car to take us home to pull-out fucks
You're not the one I'm dreaming of

I only wish I'd feel a change but it's not worse or better, it's all the same
I'd rather sleep with you than sleep alone, but please don't call me on the phone
So it's not to say that I regret the way you look or how you taste
Your hair smells nice, your hands are soft
But you're not the one I'm dreaming of