You make my heart go pitter-patter. I feel you when you're not there; I can smell you everywhere. The sound of your voice, the color of your eyes—butterflies in my stomach are brought alive each time.
He dazzles me through fits of laughter. I feel him right in front of me; I can tell he wishes I could see. The sound of his voice, the color of his eyes—to remember them I have to try.
You send tingles straight up my spine. I hate myself for still wishing you were mine.
He listens even when I don't know what to say. He's the one I go to at the end of the day.
You put my heart through the blender. It's too late now to say forever.
He wants so much for me to care. It's too late now; I'm beyond repair.