[Verse 1]
Coulda sworn that I felt hands on my ass
Fingers in this sweater pocket like spider's legs
Nervous and a little shy oh and right back to sleep
Didn't bring it up until you were about to leave

[Chorus 1]
And I knew, it couldn't have been true
My thoughts conjured a force
Went to bed with my sweater somewhere on the floor
Was a spirit in the room
Solid afterthought of you

[Verse 2]
Coulda sworn that I heard them mumbling
Came back to the room with somebody
Climbed into the bed, making space for someone else
With a little sunlight, I learned they were by themself

[Chorus 2]
And I knew, it couldn't have been true
My thoughts conjured a form
I was certain you had got what you'd been waiting for
Was a figure in the room

[Outro]
Projection and my hopes for you
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