Inarticulation

I dreamed one night
I was a pirate
Stole your heart
Found some treasure
Planned to make a run
For warmer weather
Maybe I'm more impossible
Than I had hoped to be
But you'll never find
A more honest liar than me
I listen to alot of indie rock
Really not a mopy kind of goth
Sweetie you're my kind of cute
The kind of boy you give mixtapes to
And wonder if the subtext
May be too sincere
I want to dance in the rain
Go for coffee, and spend a day
Making up for all the time
We never got to cuddle
So call me when you're free
I'll be there and maybe
We'll get a chance to do
Everything we wanted to