My friends say you're no good
But your mystery delights me.
The smell of cigarettes and trouble
makes me want to see.
I want to see what makes you laugh
and I want to see what makes you cry.
I want to see what makes you tick
what makes you want to die.
I want to grow old here with you
although you know me not.
And I just want you to know
that I'll love you no matter what.
As the sky grows darker
and eventually turns to grey.
As we walk down the street
on a summer's day.
When you look at me I think
of how beautiful you are.
Though of course, though of course
I admire you from afar.
"No, no, no, she'll never notice you."
My friends try to tell me
But I already knew
Crushes are meant to burn and die
so that your heart can jump
and your soul can fly.
But not everything works out,
yet in the end,
I would be so so delighted if you'd call me a friend.