Basketball Shoes (Bootleg Version)

I have this dream about Charli XCX
Finding her way to me on a train
From the London Eye to the Big Ben
She knows who I am
She's studied my prose
She's read all of my texts
I die like 15 times inside just watching her undress

She grows like my mother with the same warm brow
Like childhood holidays gone
I say something weightless
Like where the hell do you fall from?
But she understands me
Looks at me with wide eyes like she's found God again
She's in soft focus all around me
I can't see the football game
On my dad's sofa
We are still
And we never look at our phones anymore

I can't think of anything better
Than your hand on my sweater
Tell me please am I the boyfriend you need
I shouldn't have wrote you that letter
Believe me I'll try to do better
Oh tell me Charli please

I should not have wrote you that letter
Believe me I'll try to be better
Where it means
Charli
In dreams

Oh Charli

My bed sheets are wet
Oh Charli
I pray to forget
In dreams my face is still in your chest
Oh your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest

My bed sheets are wet
Oh Charli
I pray to forget
In dreams my face is still in your chest
Oh your generous loan to me
Your crippling interest