Tame Impala sounds so much better when you're high That's what she said when she asked me for a light Exhaled some smoke and got lost in her eyes Her speckled face, gin and juice on a Tuesday night The silhouette of that dress is a blessing to the eye Think I'm just drunk, but if she kissed me I wouldn't think twice I'm missing someone who isn't even real I miss how lucid dreams about her made me feel But I don't wanna tell nobody Beat-up shoes, baggy jeans that were hand-me-downs I hate cigarettes unless they're resting in her mouth The air's too clean when she's not around Oh I'm missing someone who isn't even real I miss how lucid dreams about her made me feel But I don't wanna tell nobody About her About her About her About her I'm missing someone who isn't even real I miss how lucid dreams about her made me feel But I don't wanna tell nobody And I miss her fingers tracing my spine No she's not real But if she was, man I wouldn't mind But I don't wanna tell nobody I don't wanna tell nobody