Last night I woke up and wrote down your name Seven times in my notebook And my father said it's so hard to explain But you know when you know it I'm sick to my stomach I'm barely eating Head over heels now I'm barely sleeping How did this happen? I can't believe how hard I thought You make me wanna write love songs Like candy hearts and shooting stars and oh my god You make this feel like a rom-com Like pink balloons and roses too and on and on And it's hard enough that I feel it Oh, why does it have to be real? You make me wanna write love songs And I really hate love songs This morning I woke up And thought I had died Yeah, I started to panic And my mother said it's just the butterflies I'm a hopeless romantic I'm sick to my stomach I'm barely eating Head over heels now I'm barely sleeping How did I get here? I didn't see how hard I thought You make me wanna write love songs Like candy hearts and shooting stars and oh my god You make this feel like a rom-com Like pink balloons and roses too and on and on And it's hard enough that I feel it Oh, why does it have to be real? You make me wanna write love songs And I really hate love songs