Sweet and innocent
Shy and considerate
I'm hiding behind my mother's leg
So no one can see me
And I still sleep with my closet shut,
But she scares my ghosts away.
Makes them swear to leave this town for good
And if they don't
They'll be sorry
Cause she is some kind of magic.
And I know I swore to never believe in magic
But this girl stitched my wings back together
And made my heart fly
Without saying a single word.
If that's not magic
I don't know what is...
Maybe I just believe in her
Cause this girl could melt my heart
In the middle of a snow storm.
She could tell me the world will flood at any moment
And the next day you'd see me with a snorkel on
And water wings
Cause all I want to do is believe her.
When I see her
My stomach grows butterflies
My knees go weak
And my hands start trembling
And I'm back in the third grade
Sitting next to Joey Perricone
When he slips me a note
Asking me to be his girlfriend.
My face burned red with elementary school passion
And I wrote "yes" so hard
I nearly broke his pencil.
She makes me wanna break my pencils.
She makes me wanna stick my head out the passenger seat window
While she's driving 50 miles per hour
With the wind slapping my face
Cause that's how my heart feels when I'm with her
Like it's beating too fast for my body
And it needs to be let out!
Is that okay?
Is it also okay to say I want her wearing my heart like a ring
Wrapping it around her body to take the shape of hers?
So when I go to bed at night
I wanna know she'll be there in the morning
Cause I don't wanna wake up without her.
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