We were sitting in your bed and we made plans How we'd stay in California just to lay on the sand You kept looking at me like you had a plan But you pick a big guitar for a place to put your hand Was it all in my mind? I guess I'm finding out That's the thing, it's like: meet somebody one time Start thinking about your life and everything you know Think you're so intertwined, never felt so alive Nothing prepares you for the blow 'Cause I imagined how you'd come But never how you'd go I imagined how you'd come I look for you in places you've never been I miss the smell of your skin I wish that things could be different, I do I'd like to say it was nice to meet you But right now I think that I hate you And I hate that I do Was it all in my mind? 'Cause where are you now?