Letras
Okay
Maybe you're tall
No, that's too cliché
Maybe 5'7"?
Hmm, or 5'3"
I guess that's okay
Should you wear glasses?
Yeah, that's kinda hot
Wait! No, too professor
Ugh, forget that thought
You'll read books
But not quote them to flex
Maybe talk about films instead
Like some deep-cut effects
You'll laugh at my jokes
Or maybe not
I'll add that mystery
Makes it hot
This is just my little art project heart
Cutting, pasting, tearing parts
You're nothing like my mood board crush
A collage of maybes and hush
You don't exist, but I wish you did
You're the echo of a half-kept bid
Maybe I'll meet you, maybe I won't
Maybe you'll let me borrow your coat
I have built my mood board crush
Mood board crush
You're nothing like my mood board crush
Should you be shy
Or walk in like thunder?
Nerdy-smart, or a little blunder?
Athletic frame, but soft in tone
Knows their worth, but leaves room to grow
You'd cook breakfast, but mess up toast
Say sorry too much, then laugh the most
I'd draw you, erase you, and start again
Cause perfection's boring in the end
This is just my little art project heart
Cutting, pasting, tearing parts
Nah, scratch that
Maybe brown eyes
Nah, too basic
Maybe sunrise?
Should you sing off-key?
Yeah, that feels like home to me
Maybe I just want someone kind
Who stays even when I lose my mind
Yeah, that's it
That's the line
You're nothing like my mood board crush
A collage of maybes and hush
You don't exist, but I wish you did
You're the echo of a half-kept bid
Maybe I'll meet you, maybe I won't