Baixar Mais Tocadas: músicas de Modern Baseball

I speak soft hoping you’ll hear me / Not too busy searching for your head and heart / I sing loud but only in the beginning just to grab your attention / Will you bare witness to these words that have been so hard to find.
Though I seem cool, calm and collected / Making my way to hipster with glasses / Was a little more than just nerve wrackin’ / Kinda’ just counted on her to turn me into goo
When I was just a boy, we’ll call it 15 or so, / I found myself annoyed by a syndrome of sorts in my bones / That girl who’s next to me, she found herself bored to tears / She realized that if she wanted conversation, she’s out of luck for three more years
It’s been three whole years of me thinking about you every day / Sometimes for hours, sometimes in passing / Saw you from the bottom of the staircase / Stood out for hours as you complained