Daydream

My legs are all tangled up
In your idle daydreams
I'm the dregs in your teacup
It doesn't make sense

I dream of being all dolled up
In your idle daydreams
But you don't dream in colour
And it makes no sense

In a corner I'm curled up
While you idly daydream
You don't smile and I'm right there
It doesn't make sense

You go down and I look up
While I idly daydream
What I had is what I'll have
I have no sense