Thinking I'm right when I'm probably wrong
Holding my breath like I met someone
Knowing damn well that I haven't been touched by you
In my head
You're in the car and
You're coming to me and
You get to my door and
You can't even speak but
I think that it's sweet
Thinking I'm right when I'm probably wrong
Holding my breath like I met someone
Knowing damn well that I haven't been touched by you
In my head
You're in the car and
You're coming to me and
You get to my door and
You can't even speak but
I think that it's sweet