Don’t think too much
I’m just asking
What do you think when you see me?
tell me anything

We’re probably not meant to be
You’re not even my style
It’s just my curiosity
Of wanting to know you

That strange name
That I think of at the end of my day
The one person who takes up a room
In my confused heart

I try lifting my heart up high
But it keeps rolling
Who are you to call me out like this?
Next to you?

Actually, it can’t be helped
Cuz you do whatever you want
If I give you the slightest of free space
You go right there without fail

That strange name
That I think of at the end of my day
The one person who takes up a room
In my confused heart

Maybe all of these thoughts
Are some kind of confession
The face that is hung up inside of me
That’s you

That strange feeling
That remains when I close my eyes
In my messy heart
The one person who stands straight