I don't know what to think
I don't know how to word it
I haven't felt this way
since my first relationship began.
I think I'm in Like.
I feel butterflies when I'm around you
my tongue is tied
my intellect drops.
Your hair is HandsomE
when you shake your head
to brush it out of your face.
I didn't realize you were that kind
of high-shooting guy.
Your smile is charming,
I'm not after your looks though.
i'm not that sort of girl.
We have the same tastes in music
and music is my world.
Does that mean anything?
Does that mean nothing?
Does that have any sense in it?
There's something about you
that stops me in my tracks
Something I've never seen before
It's like my cooking
to an extent.
It looks so bad
but it tastes pretty good.
You make yourself out to be the bad guy
but we all know you'd never do anything
You're the guy you'd think they'd want.
Bad-ass look. Skater shoes. Sax player. All that jazz.
But nobody wants you.
I am nobody.
I don't want you like that, though.
I want to get to know you
before I make up my mind.
But on the inside,
I think my mind's already made up.
Put two and two together:
If I can't think of what to say
And if I'm thinking about you this much,
I think I'm in Like
and I don't know what to do
because you're so discouragingly passive
that I doubt you'd like me back.