If i talk to you will you stick around? i like the way you look i like the way you touch if you were my friend do you think we could pretend? that everything's alright i know you like it when we fight. uh oh hello it's like a sunday night we're smoking with the windows down i know it's not polite to always want to kiss and bite uh oh hello you look so good when you're a mess. i don't know why the candy wrappers on the floor match your eyes and when i pass the old high school i think of you and all those summer nights we held hands and knew uh oh hello