He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He’ll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I’m laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
(He tells a joke, I fake a smile)
But I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I’d lie
He stands there, then walks away
My God if I could only say,
"I’m holding every breath for you..."
He’d never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up
Is "My God, he’s beautiful."
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC
He looks around the room
Innocently overlooks the truth
He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He’ll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I’m laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong
And I don't think it ever crossed his mind
(He tells a joke, I fake a smile)
But I know all his favorite songs
And I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful, he has his father’s eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I’d lie
He stands there, then walks away
My God if I could only say,
"I’m holding every breath for you..."
He’d never tell you but he can play guitar
I think he can see through everything but my heart
First thought when I wake up
Is "My God, he’s beautiful."
So I put on my make-up
And pray for a miracle
