A catchy pop punk anthem about the intense feelings of a crush on someone who's not quite right for you. The song captures the highs and lows of infatuation, highlighting the challenging mix of attraction and self-doubt.
Is it just me
Or is it crazy hot in here?
I’m sweating, light-headed,
Yeah I’m feeling really weird.
You… Just standing there.
looking down on me,
know exactly what you do to me
I just wanna disappear
I don’t really know you.
You aren’t even very nice.
But you’re hot and your tall and
You say what you want
got that special spark in your eye
Yeah I barely even know you-
So why. Am I. Obsessed.
With your hair and your eyes
The way that you dress
Your voice and your smile
That fucking accent
Your tattoos and your frames
Your style and your game
With talking ‘bout you, saying your name
Wanna tell all my friends but I sound so insane, yeah
Why. Am I. Obsessed.
With you.
(Verse 2)
Every time you walk by,
My heart skips a beat.
But deep down I know,
You’re trouble on two feet.
You cast a spell,
That I can’t resist,
But the more I’m drawn to you,
The more I feel like this is a twist.
(Bridge)
I can’t help but wonder,
If you even care at all.
I’m falling harder daily,
But I don’t wanna fall.
You play it so cool,
Playing games in my head,
But it's all just a fantasy,
I’m losing it instead.
Yeah I barely even know you-
So why. Am I. Obsessed.
With your hair and your eyes
The way that you dress
Your voice and your smile
That fucking accent
Your tattoos and your frames
Your style and your game
With talking ‘bout you, saying your name
Wanna tell all my friends but I sound so insane, yeah
Why. Am I. Obsessed.
With you.
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A pop punk song about a likely unrequited crush on someone that isn't very good for you. The lyrics (so far) are:
Is it just me
Or is it crazy hot in here?
I’m sweating, light-headed,
Yeah I’m feeling really weird.
You… Just standing there.
looking down on me,
know exactly what you do to me
I just wanna disappear
I don’t really know you.
You aren’t even very nice.
But you’re hot and your tall and
You say what you want
got that special spark in your eye
Yeah I barely even know you-
So why. Am I. Obsessed.
With your hair and your eyes
The way that you dress
Your voice and your smile
That fucking accent
Your tattoo’s and your frames
Your style and your game
With talking ‘bout you, saying your name
Wanna tell all my friends but I sound so insane, yeah
Why. Am I. Obsessed.
With you.
Would like another verse and maybe a bridge
Maggie Gently