I look a little different from my pictures
I wonder what you thought of me
I’m worried that you were disappointed
By my slightly flashy clothes

What’re you doing? Where are you? Did you get home ok?
Should I send a short text or not?
I’m thinking about this for the past 10 minutes
What do I do? What should I do?

I bury my face into the pillow
Kicking the poor blankets
Thoughts of you float around the ceiling
Have I fallen in love?
I start to think

If I want to meet you again
What kind of story do I have to create?

Should I call you out with the weather as an excuse?
Should I tell you I have a free ticket?
Should I say I stopped by on my way home?
What do I do? What do I do with you?

I bury my face into the pillow
Kicking the poor blankets
Thoughts of you float around the ceiling

Feels like I’m dreaming
It’s like you’re a dream
I think I’ve fallen for something
A love that I’ve waited for a long time
I think it’s you

I love you, who is like destiny

Can I see you again? Will it work out?
I kick the blankets all night
With happy dreams of holding your hand
I’m falling asleep into your sweet dream

When morning comes
Will I get a message from you?