When you go, I wish something had compelled me
To let you know but the quiet always quells me
You make me think I could write a book-
Did I read too much into every look?
When you're smart, when you're pretty when you're funny
It sticks into my heart- how are you not tired of me?
And maybe you don't want to fall again
But baby I've got you under my skin
When you hurt, I just want to make it better
You deserve one who will put you down never
I wouldn't want you to change one bit
'Cause anything we make will be a hit
Anything we make will be a hit
