Paroles You will love this song Amber Rubarth

You will love this song

You always loved the colors and the detail, so heres mine
Snuck out down at dark seventeeth street late last night
took my little orange booklamp and the notebook with the stars on the front, the sleeping bag that my ex gave to me to keep me warm, and a black fountain pen to write the words that was too late to say out loud
and my eyes turned green, like they do when I'm crying
and my heart, it went to blue cause you told me that I might not be what you need, you want to try more out
but you're the only thing I can't stop thinking about
yeah I.. like you.. alot
and I think it's worse than that

So you love it when all the words in the song move really fast so your ears have to choose just one little phrase to hold onto

And you love it when all the chords are really simple so you can play it on the guitar, and when it goes all funny at the end you like that too

And so I'll build you a song, and I know you're gunna love it
because I'm putting in all the pieces that you said you wanted in it
and I'm writing it here in my room in my underwear and an orange t-shirt, because I know you'd think that was hot
yeah, hot, like that day that you called sick for work
because we'd stay out too late at the cheesecake factory the night before
and we held hands on the beach, and I found that crab with a funny shell
and you took a video of me holding it up by the newly-painted blue motel
and you said I... like you... alot
and I thought, "well, this couldn't get much better"

You're so happy you met me when you did, because you were starting to think you didn't like people

You told me that when I moved out, I could still stay in your room for weeks

And now I'm wondering if I imagined it, or if it was ever really there
cause they say, even in magic nothing truely disapears
it just gets stuffed up in somebodies sleeve or behind their hand, or on top of their head
you forgot to keep your eye on it, you're looking down instead

so now, I'm the fool up on stage at the magic show
searching the depth for my card, while everyone laughs because they know
that it's in plain sight to see, yeah it's stuck on your forehead
but I can't think your mean, because I volunteered to be mislead

yeah cause I... like you.. alot
and I don't know what to do with it now
And I.. like you... alot
I didn't think it would hurt this bad
I... like you... alot
and we both know that it's worse than that