You were the one to sit next to me Voice my thoughts of familiarity You were the one who thought I was pretty despite being bundled in layers of clothing to keep warm that night You were the first to say truly charming things And make cliches your own My friends can call me immature Naive But I want to know this perfect yet penniless prince And how your life had to be so What flaws are within you? Please let me continue Chasing my pretty bell boy
You turn cute proposals into lighthearted jokes. Never knowing that I would've accepted them. I think I've met the one that got away. As I have little hope of catching him.