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.