This guy, he turns my head
All through the desks and chairs
I know it's all in my head
But I can't turn out this light upstairs
If he only knew how I think about him
But maybe he does and doesn't care
I like it when he laughs a lot
But I can never tell
What it is he's laughing at
I think it might as well be me
If he only knew that I dreamt
But maybe he does but doesn't care
Can I take a look at your good book?
Will you tell me what it means to you?
I get so mad when I think how the world thinks
That we can't be friends
They'd say you've got too many
And I've got too few convictions
But now I've opened up my mind
To what is wrong and right
He'll never bring it up
And I can't stand how he's so quiet
If he only knew that I think about him