I’ve met a girl that I think I can raise hell with
And since I don’t feel this a lot
I’m convinced that I can sell this —
She’s got my words printed on her wall
But I’m working on making it down from up on her shelf
Since I’m damned if I think about this girl as anything less
Than something else —
Loving when she smiles is fun
And so is letting all the jokes be nicknames and banter
But there’s a difference between casual flirting
And thinking you gotta have her —
Im not sure where to try and start with her
Because it is new for me to think this way
But I’ve listened just enough to know
That she doesn’t like coffee
So I’ll have to come up with a better date —
The idea is that when you think someone’s not real
You’re supposed to stop, take a breath and pinch yourself
But thats a rule for dreaming
So I’m playing it like she might just want me for being no one else —
She can party with wine, but prefers chips and soda
I swear to god I have never been so crazy about a girl
Who ends the night off with me sleeping on her sofa —
It doesn’t matter that it’s not comfy
Or that breakfast burns the house down
It’s that her face is something to write about
So I’ll keep on coming around —
She is the cute little rarity that is blocked out by an ordinary crowd
But it’s as if nobody else ever existed
When she blushes over the stupid things I’ve written down —
Yet, until I can prove I’m not just playing around
She’ll let my lines keep stuck in her head
But her eyes will stay put on the ground —
She tells me to settle down
When she catches me struggling to find the perfect thing to say
And it is the best reminder
That this girl couldn’t care about anything important ever anyway —
So before I go on any more
And try to convey the rest
I’ll just say I’m excited
To have met someone
Who is so perfectly
Something else.
