Why am I so hung up on you?
Maybe because I never spoke up. I never had the gut to tell you.
I don’t think I could muster, muster up the courage to say it.
I’m better off in the dark.
Your lips so pink and gorgeous, I’d love to kiss you.
Your smile so amazing and handsome, can I hold you?
Brown hair, blue eyes and don’t forget your freckles.
We could listen to records and get lost, amongst the stars and talk.
I still remember the first day I met you, I can still remember every laugh we shared.
Why didn’t I speak up? Would this have all gone away?
I think about you every day.
Should I just tell you?
And if I did, would it even matter, that I am so hung up on you?