Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Black Shirt

He looked at me and asked casually, "Do you like this shirt?"
And I took a deep breath and said it looked warm as my faced flushed to red
He probably didn't even notice that in that moment, it became so hard to focus
On anything but him

Maybe that's exactly what he wants
To keep me falling over and over again

I wish I could be that black shirt he's wearing so close to his heart
I wish I didn't have to hide this foolish grin
I wish I could be that black shirt he's wrapped up in
He doesn't even know
About all those feelings I never show
And as he's walking away now, I wish I could say, "Why don't you and your black shirt stick around"

He has a way of making me say things I've never said before
So many things I should keep to myself
So I try to look away
But with every word he says, it's getting harder to see anyone else

Maybe that's exactly what he wants
To keep me falling over and over again

I wish I could be that black shirt he's wearing so close to his heart
I wish I didn't have to hide this foolish grin
I wish I could be that black shirt he's wrapped up in
He doesn't even know
About all those feelings I never show
And as he's walking away now, I wish I could say, "Why don't you and your black shirt stick around"

That boy and his black shirt just might ruin me
But I just have to laugh 'case after all is said and done
It's all making me believe

I wish I could be that black shirt he's wearing so close to his heart
I wish I didn't have to hide this foolish grin
I wish I could be that black shirt he's wrapped up in
He doesn't even know
About all those feelings I never show
And as he's walking away now, I wish I could say, "Why don't you and your black shirt stick around"

I wish I could be that black shirt he's wearing so close to his heart
I wish I didn't have to hide this foolish grin
I wish I could be that black shirt he's wrapped up in
He doesn't even know
About all those feelings I never show
And as he's walking away now, I wish I could say, "Why don't you and your black shirt stick around"

Wish I could make him see
That every night when I fall asleep, I wish I could be that black shirt he's wrapped up in

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