Kinda Blind

His name all over my journal with a heart

Seventeen get a bit emotional

When he looks at her with a little smile

I just wanna say "you're supposed to be mine"

I guess he just like her sideways bangs

So the next day I tried to cut mine

But I look so gross while she looks so good

Boy tell me how you could be so cold?

I wish you could count all my sleepless nights

In asking God how he made you so fine?

Your words are perfect rhyme

And you show up just in time

I wish I could call you mine

I guess you could see

All the things so clearly

The random words in scrabble

And the missing forks on table

But how about me?

Baby can't you see?

I know you're almost perfect

But I think you're kinda, blind

When he stares it feels like I'm in milky way

He's smart but still dumb in a different way

'Cause I like you and I always show

But you still act like you don't know

I wish you could count all my sleepless nights

In asking God how he made you so fine?

Your words are perfect rhyme

And you show up just in time

I wish I could call you mine

(I wish I could call you mine)

I guess you could see

All the things so clearly

The random words in scrabble

And the missing forks on table

But how about me?

Baby can't you see?

I know you're almost perfect

But I think you're kinda, blind (blind)

You're kinda blind (blind)

Bli-i-ind (bli-i-ind)

Maybe if I'm pretty

Would you wanna see me?

Would you look twice

If we passed each other in the hallway?

Maybe if I'm just your type

Maybe I don't have to cry

Every sleepless night

I wish you could count all my sleepless nights

In asking God how he made you so fine?

But how about me?

How about me?

How about me? Yeah!

I wish you could count all my sleepless nights

In asking God how he made you so fine?

Your words are perfect rhyme

And you show up just in time

I wish I could call you mine

I guess you could see

All the things so clearly

The random words in scrabble

And the missing forks on table

But how about me?

Baby can't you see?

I know you're almost perfect

I wish you could count

All my sleepless nights

In asking God (in asking God)

Why he made you so

Blind