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