Flour Girl

So I saw you, baking bread. You were just a silhouette In a doorway half-opened. I was sitting on the fence All the kneading of that flour... girl, your shoulders must need rest Are you worn out from the work you've done for those who rose and left? You have a whole list of to-dos for them on a clipboard with your skin Embedded in the back of it and the ink's drained from your pen You're a Manic pixie dream girl, or at least that's what you said In a panic, thinking I'd go. You know it's all just in your head But you don't gotta be that way, that girl's a fantasy And what you do for others isn't what you have to do for me I said, "I'm dreaming of the moonlight on your skin Coming in from the window to the bed we're lying in" Am I loveless writing love songs when I'm lying through my teeth I said, "Yes!" when you had asked me, "did you dream a little dream of me?" Now I'm wondering if all of this is just a test for me Did we dance ourselves in circles? Are we tied up by the string You had wrapped around the bouquet that I picked you from the street? I'm dressed up in a chic malaise like a wool suit in the heat Strutting on and on with my old ways, this boy's in fantasy Again, what you do for others isn't what you have to do for me