I want to commit the perfect crime: |
You know you love him when, |
I don't think of you as a c r u s h [anymore].. |
& just when you l e a s t expect it, you start to [picture] yourself with him.. |
Some days I sit and s t a r e out my [window].. |
& even my p e r f e c t words |
& I swear, |
& m a y b e you're the one |
& by the way, |
So next time we hug, |