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