I keep giving my seconds
away, wasting my time on you and this
returning your kiss
wishing we could cross the lines that divide jokes and air
and if no one knows what that means, I don't care
let's just say the fun of a crush sometimes blows
but isn't that just the way it goes
Chorus:
maybe this is the feeling
that I can't make it to the end of the week
to see you again
caus the beating in my chest has got me feeling weak
and I can't wait to see your smile again
it feels like a laughter running through my veins
sweet inside me like a sugar stain
you keep being worth each one
and I don't think I need a reason why
to like what's your eyes
if it's not musical love or compatible dreams
if it's just them; if the next time you say
some little thing's cute, if I ask you all un-
sealed, would these minor feelings still be real
Chorus
feeling weak and I can't wait to see your smile again
it feels like a laughter running through my veins
sweet inside me like a sugar stain
sugar stain
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