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.