On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
Here's a funny little story / that I've never shared with you
I used to lie awake in bed at night and wish that you would wake and find your way into my room
But when morning came to get me / with you still sleeping on my couch
I cursed my cowardice / and I wished that I could just / let you know how I really felt
But there's something kinda shady / about hitting on a pretty girl
It seems like everyone these days is trying to sell you some dumb line you've probably already heard
So I've always played it quiet / and let things happen if they do
But I'm sick of waiting around / for you to figure out / that all I really want is you
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
It's an advertising era / All high speed chase, no dialogue
You keep looking for connections but it seems that all you get are hit and run for office jobs
In an advertising era / You're always looking for a sign
Someone to call your name / tell you they feel the same / Well if you're listening this one's mine
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
This is a new leaf / I'm saying clearly / I want you with me
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
Here's a funny little story / that I've never shared with you
I used to lie awake in bed at night and wish that you would wake and find your way into my room
But when morning came to get me / with you still sleeping on my couch
I cursed my cowardice / and I wished that I could just / let you know how I really felt
But there's something kinda shady / about hitting on a pretty girl
It seems like everyone these days is trying to sell you some dumb line you've probably already heard
So I've always played it quiet / and let things happen if they do
But I'm sick of waiting around / for you to figure out / that all I really want is you
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
It's an advertising era / All high speed chase, no dialogue
You keep looking for connections but it seems that all you get are hit and run for office jobs
In an advertising era / You're always looking for a sign
Someone to call your name / tell you they feel the same / Well if you're listening this one's mine
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.
This is a new leaf / I'm saying clearly / I want you with me
On the off-chance that you hear this song, I'll try and make it quick.
I know I ramble on and your attention's limited.
So I'll skip the metaphor and head right for the heart of it:
I want you. I want you.