S.I.P. #12 ("Phantom Girlfriends")

It's nearly 3:25
The sun's not in the sky
But I'm still up thinking of you
I try to tell my brain
That dreaming's just the same
But imaginary situations just won't do

I'm sick of all these phantom girlfriends moving in and taking up space
Twirling round in fantasy whirlwinds, I now see my heads not on straight

Her eyes connect with mine
For what seems an eternal time
So I've made up my mind
To speak with her the next chance I find
Chances are chances won't come
Surely I'll pass over them

I'm sick of all these phantom girlfriends moving in and taking up space
Twirling round in fantasy whirlwinds, I now see my heads not on straight

I'm in college now
But I still do not know how
To take what's running through my mind
And tell it to the other kind
All the girls that hear this song
Please don't take this wrong
When a guy keeps looking at you
Maybe it's time to make a move
'Cause we don't always know how to
Talk with someone as pretty as you