I really like this part Where you walk me to my car And you tell me that I'm pretty Where we both have whole hearts And you haven't seen my scars Still get nervous when you kiss me I play it all in my head Words we haven't said yet Think how good this could get But I, I'm still holding my breath So good it scares me to death 'Cause nothing's gone wrong We haven't overplayed our songs If you've got any visible flaws I'm only falling for you harder because of them (because of them) It hasn't been too long Still learning how to turn you on And you're so brand new And every part of you is still everything I want And I don't want it to stop No, I don't want it to stop I really like this part Where I learn your middle name And I miss you on a Tuesday Where you still dress up 'Cause you wanna impress me Little things are the best things I play it all in my head Meet your family and friends Think how good this could get But I, I I'm still holding my breath So good it scares me to death 'Cause nothing's gone wrong We haven't overplayed our songs If you've got any visible flaws I'm only falling for you harder because of them (because of them) It hasn't been too long Still learning how to turn you on And you're so brand new And every part of you is still everything I want And I don't want it to stop No, I don't want it to stop Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer Butterflies and forts under covers Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders God, I'll cry if this is ever over Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer Butterflies and forts under covers Call you over, pull me in closer God, I'll die if this is ever over Nothing's gone wrong Haven't overplayed our songs If you've got any visible flaws I'm only falling for you harder because of them It hasn't been too long Still learning how to turn you on And you're so brand new And every part of you is still everything I want And I don't want it to stop No, I don't want it to stop Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer Butterflies and forts under covers Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders God, I'll cry if this is ever over Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer Butterflies and forts under covers Call you over, pull me in closer God, I'll die if this is ever over