I see a girl with pretty eyes Smile at me across the party And I know she’s thinking “I hope this guy has the ***** to talk to me” Which, I do
Just another name in my phone book And another conversation that’s somewhat worth having I’m not forcing myself but somewhere deep inside me I want to
I compare her to you Make a strike in my head every time she Fails doing what you accomplished perfectly She’s way easier than you Which I believe is equivalent to five marks already
To the untrained eye At least what we’re doing in this bed Looks and smells honest What I’m lacking is the tactile emotion That makes bodies, hearts and minds bond
I won’t answer the next time she calls She isn’t you and that’s something I wish not to be apart of Her and the past girls will cry themselves to sleep While I sit on my bed and read letters you gave me Hoping if I combine all the letters together You’ll fall out of them Sit next to me on my bed Now, I’m all out of salvia And that’s the only way I’ll hallucinate you tonight I’ll just fall asleep and hope I see you else where with my eyes closed
I see a girl with pretty eyes Smile at me across the party And I know she’s thinking “I hope this guy has the ***** to talk to me” Which, I do