Matchbox Car

I wear my loneliness like an old t-shirt

that doesn’t really fit me.

I can’t say your name like it’s a curse

and I’ll jinx something.

Well, I don’t believe in those things.

I don’t believe in anything

cause it’s always the same thing:

I stare at you across from me.

You put your hands on my knees.

Sometimes I think you’re really sweet and I’m confused.

Sometimes we kiss; sometimes we don’t;

Sometimes we take off our clothes,

and I’m not sure what I should do,

cause sometimes I think I might like you.

You’ve got this funny way of acting sweet

when you want something from me,

but you collect hearts like they’re matchbox cars.

I traded mine for nothing.

Well, sometimes I’m down for anything.

Sometimes I’m down for anything,

but it’s always the same thing.

I stare at you across from me.

You put your hands on my knees.

Sometimes I think you’re really sweet and I’m confused.

Sometimes we kiss; sometimes we don’t;

Sometimes we take off our clothes,

and I’m not sure what I should do,

cause sometimes I think I might like you.

I get a little bit to nervous.

You think it’s cute

when I stumble over words

I don’t know what to say to you.

You think that I’m afraid of everything

when I know that that’s not true.

It’s really just you.

I stare at you across from me.

You put your hands on my knees.

Sometimes I think you’re really sweet and I’m confused.

Sometimes we kiss; sometimes we don’t;

Sometimes we take off our clothes,

and I’m not sure what I should do,

cause sometimes I think I

yeah sometimes I think I might like you.