Dear Mr. Shmeckle….
I wrote a little song for you (it’s gay i know, stfu)…
Figure this out
Trying to get through the day without thinking of you
You held my hand and kissed me
This is too good to be true.
Telling my friends all about you
Like I’ve got you all figured out
Maybe I’m naive, deny the possibilities
That maybe, I’m falling for you.
You smile
As I stumble and fall
When I scramble my words, trying to ask you
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
You look up at me as I quickly look away
Figuring out if there’s anything else to say?
Am I becoming this predictable?
As I smile, right back at you…
Figure this out
Trying to get through the day without thinking of you
But at the end of the day, you know I’ll always be rooting for you.
I smile when you say my name infront of my face
After every football game.
As time goes on, I hope you’ll remember that day
The day I fell for you…
You smile
As I stumble and fall
When I scramble my words, trying to ask you
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
You look up at me as I quickly look away
Figuring out if there’s anything else to say?
Am I becoming this predictable?
As I smile, right back at you…
But do you see what I see?
But do you feel the way I feel?
Am I the only one that finds it quite funny
How 81 and 23 goes together so perfectly?
You smile
As I stumble and fall
When I scramble my words, trying to ask you
“Hey, what are you doing tonight?”
You look up at me as I quickly look away
Figuring out if there’s anything else to say?
Am I becoming this predictable?
As I smile, right back at you…