Текст песни You Will Love This Song

You always

Loved the colors

And the detail

So heres mine

Snuck out down

At dark seventeeth

Street late last night

Took my

Little orange booklamp

And the notebook

With the stars

On the front

The sleeping bag

That my ex gave to me

To keep me warm

And a black

Fountain pen

To write the words

That was too late

To say out loud

And my eyes

Turned green

Like they do

When I'm crying

And my heart

It went to blue

Cause you told me

That I might not be

What you need

You want

To try more out

But you're

The only thing

I can't stop

Thinking about

Yeah I

Like you, a lot

And I think

It's worse

Than that

So you love it

When all the words

In the song

Move really fast

So your ears

Have to choose

Just one

Little phrase

To hold onto

And you love it

When all the chords

Are really simple

So you can play it

On the guitar

And when it goes

All funny

At the end you

Like that too

And so

I'll build you a song

And I know

You're gunna love it

Because I'm putting

In all the pieces

That you said

You wanted in it

And I'm writing it

Here in my room

In my underwear

And an orange t-shirt

Bbecause I know

You'd think

That was hot

Yeah, hot

Like that day

That you called

Sick for work

Because we'd stay

Out too late
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At the

Cheesecake factory

The night before

And we held hands

On the beach

And I found that crab

With a funny shell

And you took

A video of me

Holding it up

By the newly-painted

Blue motel

And you said I

Like you, a lot

And I thought

"Well

This couldn't get

Much better"

You're so happy

You met me

When you did

Because you

Were starting

To think you

Didn't like people

You told me

That when I moved out

I could still stay

In your room for weeks

And now

I'm wondering

If I imagined it

Or if it was ever

Really there

Cause they say

Even in magic nothing

Truely disapears

It just gets

Stuffed up

In somebodies sleeve

Or behind their hand

Or on top

Of their head

You forgot to keep

Your eye on it

You're looking

Down instead

So now

I'm the fool up

On stage

At the magic show

Searching the depth

For my card

While everyone laughs

Because they know

That it's in plain

Sight to see

Yeah

It's stuck

On your forehead

But I can't think

Your mean

Because

I volunteered

To be mislead

Yeah

Cause I

Like you, a lot

And I don't know

What to do

With it now

And I

Like you, a lot

I didn't think it

Would hurt this bad

I like you, a lot

And we both know

That it's worse

Than that