Smile

I'm trying my best not to try and impress you Avoiding your eyes 'cause I know that he's there with you Oh, with you I'm holding my breath when you're coming my way And inside my head I repeat to myself, "Be cool" "Oh, be cool" But what am I supposed to say When I'm standing alone and you give me your phone Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute My God, my God You didn't have to flex so hard He puts his hand around your waist You yours on his chest I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress My God, my God Let's take another one where he breaks your heart Now smile Smile, oh-oh Oh-oh It's hard to explain what I'm trying to say is that I never expected to be more than just friends with you Oh, with you But then he came along and I felt something more And I couldn't ignore the fact that he makes me look like a fool Oh, a fool Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute My God, my God You didn't have to flex so hard He puts his hand around your waist You yours on his chest I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress My God, my God Let's take another one where he breaks your heart now Smile when you see them kissing right through the lens Smile as if you don't know you'll never erase it Smile even though you know you don't stand a chance Smile even though you know well how it ends Smile when you see them kissing right through the lens Smile as if you don't know you'll never erase it Smile even though you know you don't stand a chance Smile so they never see the pain on your face Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute My God (my God), my God (my God) You didn't have to flex so hard (so fucking hard) He puts his hand around your waist, you yours on his chest I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress (oh) My God, my God Let's take another one where he breaks your heart Sure, I can take a fucking picture of you He's obviously handsome and you're so damn cute My God, my God (my God) You didn't have to flex so hard (so fucking hard) He puts his hand around your waist, you yours on his chest I'm bothered by the way his fingers crease your dress (oh) My God, my God Let's take another one where he breaks your heart now