The Boy With The Same Shoes

Each day
You wear the same shoes
And occasionally
The same yellow hoodie

I heard you chew on your sweatshirt strings
Mumble to yourself
The most incoherent things

I know we are just friends
Barely can make a simple conversation
Hope you don't catch me
Looking your way
While you watch the back of someone who isn't me

Oh, I miss you
I wanna kiss you
But I know you don't swing that way
Yet to me, that's okay

You make me nervous
Just staring at the ground
You gave me chills
Whenever you hum a sound
And I wish you liked me
Looked back my way
And I felt what I felt
When you stole a glance at me

Oh, I miss you
How I wanna kiss you
But I know you don't swing that way
Yet to me, that's okay

Mmm-mmm

Ahh-ah-ah-ahh

So to the boy
Who wears the same shoes everyday
Your tired eyes, strike deep in my soul
Yes I'm disappointed
That I wasn't made for you
Oh, but I'm happy
That I got to love you

Mmm-mmm