the idea of you (revisited)

I don't know if I'm in love with you or the idea of loving you

It's unclear, I mean I used to feel so sure

But I might just be immature

I've been stuck on you for so long

That it's hard to tell myself I maybe wrong

About the way that I feel for you

For so long, I would squeal

Over a single text from you, ooh-ooh, you-ooh

'Cause it's not love when you don't talk anymore

And it's not love when I never meant something to you

So why did I ever catch these stupid feelings?

I knew when you told me I was cute

That I was dreaming

So now, I'll try to tell myself my feelings have no meaning

They have no meaning

They have no meaning

'Cause it's not love when you don't talk anymore

And it's not love when you make me feel like I'm a bore

And it's not love when I was the only one who was waiting

And it's not love when there was no chance of you saying

"I love you too"

I love you too, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh

And I don't know if I'm in love with you or the idea of loving you

It's unclear, I mean I used to feel so sure

But I might just be immature

I've been stuck on you for so long

That it's hard to tell myself I maybe wrong