I’d like to tell you
I never write you love songs,
But every night my pencil
Becomes a little duller
And I wake up to another page of lines about you.

I would gladly trade in whispering rumours
For something a little more substantial,
Like knowing I could talk to you every morning.

I’d give up flirty glances
To share all our favourite songs;
I’d give up making you laugh
To let you cry on my shoulder.

Instead of breaking my heart hoping for you,
I wish I could be breaking down the walls
That you pretend you haven’t put up.

I’d like to tell you
Every night I write you love songs -
But I know you’re not the kind of boy
Who would fall for a girl like that (me).