Here's what you know
You took my hand and led me to the dance floor
You probably though it was innocent, didn't mean anything more
than the way you flirt with me in the halls
You hugged me when the song finished
and left after whispering something in my ear. You probably didn't relish
the same feeling that consumed me

See, that's what you don't know
In the flickering flashing lights
I don't think you could tell I'd been watching you all night
But I was, all as you danced with other girls, prettier, more graceful than I'll ever be
That when you took my hand I felt my heart
jump up to my throat and my eyes filled with stars
Because I don't know if you can tell... but I like you. A lot. But I don't want to ***** things up.

But the flip side of this is that you don't know
That as I watched you flirt with her so blatantly, I felt my heart break in two
and that metaphor might be cliche, but it's also accurate because that is how I felt watching you
Like every word you spoke, the smile you slowly drew onto her lips was an axe, and my heart was firewood
and what I know is that the thing that makes me happiest is to see you happy
(God, you make me so **** sappy)
So when you smile at her, maybe you can understand how I break but fill up simultaneously