I'm just conceited or i noticed something
About the way you look at me
When I'm talking about
Something stupid
I shouldn't be nervous
Did i really see this or am i imagining
It's happened before
I wrote a song about you and you know it
One night in the winter came home from a party
We were joking around and you said
That you wished you could fuck me
I hope no one reads this and finds out how stupid i am
If you knew me at all you would know
I remember
If i knew you at all i would know
That you don't
If you know me at all you would know
I remember
If i knew anything at all i would know
Nothing matters
All of the little things to me are important
Get forgotten