I try to get your attention — on purpose,
I say things that I think will make you like me,
I look at you and blush or smile,
I talk to you because I know it’ll make my morning,
I freak out over you,
and lastly,
I wonder what made me like you. You’re almost everything I never saw myself liking in a boy. But, then again, you’re everything I wanted in a boy.
