Paramore and love songs

because i love you, i love you,

i really do.

because even though you love her,

i’m still here.

i march onwards for you,

i play for you

when you touch your hand to mine,

for a fist bump,

the butterflies go crazy

but your Drop Dead Gorgeous, VOILÁ style

and your smile has me feeling something

i haven’t felt in quite a bit…

even when i think about all those little things,

allergic to mosquitoes, naturally cold hands,

a liking to one specific cologne,

those eyes you say are boring,

a coffee color til the sun interferes,

making them a golden caramel that’s

got me blushing,

especially with all the eye contact you’re

always always making

but my love is like Heather,

you flirt until her, and then you’re consumed

by her her her

and i wish it was me me me

just take me please i’ll be here until you do,

i just wish you didn’t take so long