� I'm Sorry I'm Weird �� I'm Sorry I'm Weird �� I'm Sorry I'm Weird �� Got this habit of choosing �� Man, I know I'll be losing �� I fumble, I fall, waiting for his text, waiting for his call �� But I know he won't call, but I know he won't call �� If I could meet you for the first time �� One more time, I will leave a better impression �� And I would make great conversation �� But I blew it tonight �� Is it too late for me to try? �� But I blew it tonight �� Is it too late for me to try? �� You know my heart, don't break it �� Don't break it �� You know my heart, don't break it �� Don't break it now �� You know my heart, don't break it �� Don't break it now �� You know my heart, don't break it �My heart, don't break it, don't break it now