We gather at the bus stop
Our own little get away
A crowd of our people
And through them i see your face
Intricate blonde plat
Green ribbons lace your hair
Motorcycles race past
"Real men" you shout at them

So i'm stuck in Limbo
Not knowing what to do
Kiss and tell you
Then make myself look a fool

We could be something
You never knew you needed
Just to be noticed
I'd beg and i pleaded
Imagine what
Our love story
Would sound like
If you tried me
The smell of you haunts me
The look of you hurts me

So i'm stuck in Limbo
Not knowing what to do
Kiss and tell you
Then make myself look a fool

We're teenage sweethearts
But you don't know it
Sometimes when you walk past me
You barely even notice
The way that i stare at you
Whispering our love story
Maybe if you kissed me
It could be my resurrection
But that sounds like you'd know then
So i'll stand here and admire you
At my own discression

So i'm stuck in Limbo
Not knowing what to do
Kiss and tell you
Then make myself look a fool