So, here I am
Tired as hell
Here in the singing room
Hopeful for coffee to help

And then you walk in.
Wearing a seemingly simple outfit.
White long sleeve and jeans
Highlighting everything good in you.

Maybe it's a hidden love
That's been harbored in my heart
Waiting to come out and try for him.
And with hope, some success could come

Or maybe not.
Maybe I just like white fabric
Against your copper hair.
And I'm searching for something to cling to.

Tired eyes like mine
Always falling for good outfits
Particularly speaking, though,
White shirts are always going to **** me.