You can hardly wait to tell all your friends how his kisses taste sweet like wine. And how he always makes your heart skip a beat everytime he walks by. And if you’re feeling down, he’ll pick you up; he’ll hold you close when you’re making love.
He’s everything you’ve been dreaming of.
You probably spent hours on the phone talking about nothing at all–it doesn’t matter what the conversation, just as long as he talks. Lost in a love so real and so sincere, you wipe away each other’s tears. Your face lights up whenever he appears.
Oh, baby–I wish you’d look at me that way: your beautiful eyes looking deep into mine. Telling me more than any words could say–but you don’t even know I’m alive.
Baby to you, all I am, is the invisible man.
Perfect highschool song of the moment.
(I see you all the time, baby. The way you look at him. I wish it was me, sweetheart. Boy, I wish it was me. But I guess I’ll never be.)
(echos lang. some random taxi lss)
