The Way You Look at Me

I think I was invited by my roommate's hipster sister

Somebody's birthday that I didn't care about

You caught me slipping up, zipping up my zipper

I caught you missing a button on your blouse

We both got flustered

We both adjusted

We both entrusted the other with our self-esteem

We turned and parted

Both broken-hearted

You thought I was charming and I liked the way you looked at me

I clocked you for an hour just to prove I wasn't crazy

I was pretty confident that you were there alone

Our host was toasting hopelessly and posting to her pages

She tagged us in a picture and you showed up on my phone

Tried to resist it,

My heart insisted

I investigated on your Insta almost instantly

Oh, you're and artist

I'm so predictable

I'm just a sucker for aesthetic sensibility

I liked the way you looked at me

I liked the way you looked at me

I'm glad I caught your eye

Cuz you must have been impressed

To see me zipping up my fly

While I was staring at your chest

O at least someday I'll die so I can bury my regret

I've given up on romance and I've had my fill of small talk

I've said my lines, I think it's time I take my cue

Make an Irish exit but I found you on the sidewalk

I called a truce, I introduced myself to you

Quickly regret it

I feel pathetic

I'm overthinking I can feel I'm sinking in the blue

Why does it vex me if I think you're sexy?

Then much to my surprise, you said you liked the way I looked at

You hoo hoo hoo hoo

Now, I'll admit it, I don't read romantic fiction

I'm not a swooner or a crooner or a flirt

We say we're after gallantry when all we want is friction

Unzipping zippers, ripping buttons off our shirts

(Baby!)

We traded glances, we made advances

Aren't we all looking for someone to keep us company

So we can wake up, all frizz and makeup