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