Sunday Crossword

You keep repeating the same word (it's just-) (It's full of consonants) it's the same word When I was a kid, I always imagined The person I'd fall for would be good with their mouth And all the best phrases would always fall out (What is one down?) Run away to elope (elope) We'd walk to get coffee on Sunday morning Then we'd do the crossword and sit on the couch It's kinda ironic, that's what we have now We said we wouldn't let it But somehow this got serious And you sound so poetic Saying we're so far from love You can't say it to my face so We just try and fill these spaces What's a nine-letter word for how you feel? There's a U and I together But it's missing a few letters Is it misguided or disguised as something real? It can't be unrequited 'Cause my feelings are too big There's so much I wanna tell you But I don't know if it'll fit I'm not a kid, so now I can read all The signs that you give And into silence between us There's so much we're leaving unsaid So give me a pen and I can pretend That we're writing our future instead of playing All these games, trying to break the rules We said we wouldn't let it But somehow this got serious (this got serious) And I might sound pathetic But doesn't this look just like love? (Uh) I can't say it to your face so I hope you can fill the spaces What's a six-letter word for what I want? There's an over in the center But I know that's not the answer (hmm) Under covers, I might never call it love (ooh) But it's spelled out so clearly The more you look at it There's so much I wanna tell you But I don't know if it'll fit (uh) Ooh (fill out you're-) Don't you know (spaces) It all leads back to you (how long) Can you say 'em? (Can you be patient?) Ooh (I always imagined) Don't you know? (Spaces, still couldn't grasp it) It all leads back to you Oh When I was a kid, I never imagined That love would be so hard to figure out It's kinda ironic, that's what I have now