Film School

You said: Hi
I couldn't believe, but I
Replied saying something about your style
Well, in a flash we had set the date, I couldn't wait

And you walk by, calling my name and I
Get lost in your pink strands, novacane
I follow you into this bar
And all this starts

Starts making sense
I wish that I could talk as much as you
But I'm so introvert
So let's use our lips for other things than words

What a lovely afternoon
Our colors palets, they scream blue
And all the boys here think you're cool
And they don't even heard you talk about your film school

She doesn't mind all the problems in my head
And that's half of the reason why she shouldn't left
She doesn't need to say a single word today, at first I thought
I lost hope in realationships but you prove me wrong
Oh God, you proved me wrong

She's into britpop: Pulp, Lush and Supergrass
One move just to show how much I've progressed
In a way to fuck up your head, I don't really care
But I'm not like that

I know that you always expect the worse
From me, 'cause people have hurted you before
So let's text upon a week and half
There's nothing bad

And it starts making sense
I wish that I could talk as much as you
But I'm so introvert
So let's use our lips for other things than words

What a lovely afternoon
Our colors palets, they scream blue
And all the boys here think you're cool
And they don't even heard you talk about your film school

She doesn't mind all the problems in my head
And that's half of the reason why she shouldn't left
She doesn't need to say a single word today, at first I thought
I lost hope in realationships but you prove me wrong
Oh God, you proved me wrong

Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh oh-ho
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh oh-ho
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, oh