Sitting at the bar, trying my best to stay sweet, it’s so damn hard.
And you come along, run your fingers through my rat’s nest,
Ask me how I am. Tightness in my chest.
But I’d never tell you that. All I want is to hold you close.
Say, yesterday we spoke as the rain came down. It felt all right.
When I couldn’t breathe you were on my mind.
How’s that for having a crush?
Oh, but you’re way too pretty,
and I’m a fucking total wreck.
Standing on the porch, I can’t escape your eyes.
We sit down on the steps, talk about this year.
I could make a million mixtapes for you.
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