ummmmmmmmm....
dirty nikes
running late
same old story
day
Church on Sunday, your
hair's a mess
I try so hard but you couldn't care less
How can I pretend like it's all alright
When she's looking in your eyes You're giving her butterflies
I wish you knew That I can't stop watching you
I promise I'm not the stalker type I just wish you,
I wish you were mine
Getting closer,
holding hands
The perfect couple
that I can't stand
It hurts a little,
no it hurts a lot Is there something I'm missing
How can I pretend like it's all
alright When she's looking in your eyes
You're giving her butterflies I wish you knew
That I can't stop watching you I promise I'm not the stalker type
I just wish you, I wish you were mine
You see that she's just not your type,
oh Just give me a chance,
don't you run
I swear I'm not crazy,
I'm young Isn't this what they call love, oh