I don't,
I don't even know you.
Damn it, I want to wake up in your bed.
Strangers don't feel like a stranger,
staring at an old picture before it starts to fade.
Maybe I'm in love with the idea of you,
cause I don't even know you,
but I
want you to kiss
me.
And maybe I'm in love with the idea of you,
I'm not saying I need you,
but I hope that
you miss me.
I don't know, I don't know.
I'm trying to convince myself you'd act like this with anyone else.
Oh, what a beautiful life.
Oh, waiting like watching the
grass grow.
We stay up until they all go home.
Baby, we're the last ones there.
Maybe I'm in love with the idea of you,
cause I don't even know you,
but I want you to kiss me.
Kiss me.
Oh,
maybe I'm in love with the idea of you,
I'm not saying I need you,
but I hope that you miss me.