In a dream I visited you, you vacuumed your room
There were no empty beer cans no mess, indications of gloom
I never thought you would
Ever try to be someone good
I know it's a dream but I awoke feeling so unclean
Oh my god I've made a mess of things
There's got to be something wrong with me
'Cause I can't get over you
I can't get over you
In a dream I visited you, and we got along
It was like nothing happened between us, we talked for so long
I told you I was depressed
You said we should undress
I know it's a dream but I wish that I never woke up
Oh my god I've made a mess of things
There's got to be something wrong with me
'Cause I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I've made my bed
I've made my bed
Oh my god I've made a mess of things
There's got to be something wrong with me
'Cause I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you
I can't get over you