When I see you, I hold my breath. Sometimes I have to remind

When I see you,
I hold my breath.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I need to breathe.
When I see you, I can’t stop staring.
Sometimes it’s so hard to pull away,
and if I were to keep staring,
my eyes would be stuck that way.
When you’re next to me, it’s so hard to concentrate.
Sometimes, I gotta tell myself that you’re just a guy,
no one special.

Well, that’s what I keep telling myself,
but my heart seems to disagree.