Turning Red

i can still get nervous when i talk to you

even though we've dated for a year or two

everytime i stare i notice something new

and abandon all hopes of impressing you

i struggle with the words that i've always known

i get self-conscious of my voice on the telephone

you tell me how you love me everynight before bed

and i turn out the lights as my face turns red

sometimes it's hard to stay still

when you're moving close to me

my eyes they open wider more color in my cheeks

i'm usually so pale until you mess with my heartbeat

you turn me red. turning red. i'm turning red. [part 1]

my hands still get sweaty, when you're holding them.

my clothes feel kind of tight although i'm sure they fit

when we go out at night, sometimes i wish we'd stayed in

i feel like everyone is thinking what's she doing with him?

every date feels like the first one

and i can't wait 'til we meet (kick?)

my feet under the table when we sit down to eat

i don't know how to ask you: will you come home with me?

i'm turning red. turning red. i'm turning red.

[part 1]

i love it when you're playful

you tease me constantly

you're surprisingly insightful

when you embarrass me and you can feel safe in my arms

but safe's not what i need

you turn me red. turning red. i'm turning red.