Verse 1
Window down, hair's a mess in the breeze
You’re playing songs that bring me to my knees
We’re sharing fries and a cold glass of blue
I don’t think I’ve been bored since I met you.
You know that thing I do when I’m shy?
You don't even ask, you just roll your eyes.
Chorus
And it’s nice for a change
To not feel so strange
Like a puzzle piece that finally fits the space.
We’re just two kids running
With the yellow sun coming
To paint a little smile across your face