and I stare out of the window
as the sunlight hits the car
see the shadows on the mountains
now they're closer, now they're far

When I'm in love
I see pink everywhere.
I would scream from rooftops,
tell just about everyone
how he's smart
and nice
and hot.
Every song I hear,
every thought I think
is somehow related to him.
And all my friends are tired
of all my giggles and grins.

When he's in love
he keeps on living
like that girl he talks to
didn't change his point of view.
Doesn't let it show,
even when he feels
the sinking of his heart
when she smiles at him.
And he's hopeless
and helpless
and lost in love.
But in secret, still.

Or maybe he just isn't in love.
Or maybe he just doesn't love...

...me

He made me fall in love with a touch,
Something so simple,
Something so quick.
But the split second our hands touched
out of the blue
was the second my heart started
beating too.

I've always said
"I love you"
like a feather, it just flowed.
That was, at least, until
I really meant those words.

I'm jealous
but not in a way
I'll yell at you and say
things I don't mean
just because you didn't look at me

I'm jealous
but in a way
that eats my insides
makes my mind run for miles
"is it my fault he's not mine?"

And what hurts the most
is that I can't accept
that you're not mine
You're everyone's to keep
but no one's still