1-4-3

I dot the 'i' on the first word, feeling selfish
And then to the next, feeling bolder
I loop my 'l' and 'o'
Curve the 'v' and drown in 'e'
And print out capital Y-O-U

I know it's cliché but I really feel this way
I can't help but be lame
I just hope you feel the same
I know I must look stupid
Talking to myself then writing it
But I don't care
I just hope you ain't there

I ring up your phone and drop it
though I know you hate it
Scared to death, losing words, feeling all tongue-tied
I feel like I want to cry

I know it's cliché but I really feel this way
I can't help but be lame
I just hope you feel the same
I know I must look stupid
Hanging up the phone when you answer it
But I don't care
As long as your voice is stuck in my head

I write down capital 'i'
And then L-O-V-E
I print out Y-O-U
And find myself all giddy

I know it's cliché but I really feel this way
I can't help but be lame
I just hope you feel the same
I know I must look stupid
Writing hundreds of 1-4-3
But I'm no longer scared
'Coz I know you care