I wish you wouldn't look at me like that
Like you could
You said
I think I'm a terrible person
Do you think you could love me
It's always the same kind of confession before
The same kind of question
And I think it's kind of funny
Not really
I said I cannot play piano
But I'm sure I'll figure it out
You said
I don't know how to hate you
But I'm sure I'll figure it out
I wish you wouldn't look at me like that
Like you could love this thing I carry around
Love this thing I carry around