A Century

Shirt's brand new but my pants are old
And that's probably why I'm really cold.
But I'm sweating through my undershirt.
A little breeze, it wouldn't hurt.
But the universe works against me.
I'm not as cool as I pretend to be.
It's just because I am nervous.
Oh, why do I deserve this?

Just shut up. He thinks you're cute.
Well I wish I could just stay mute.
But I bet I mess this up again
And he'll think we'd be better off as friends.
Better off as friends.

No I won't forget this in a week.
A month. A century.
And I will sing the words that I can't speak.
When you're standing right in front of me.

Just pass me by, don't look at me.
Cause if you do then I am sure you'll see
That I've been fantasizing instead of realizing
You're so, please, you're so out of my league.

No I won't forget this in a week.
A month. A century.
And I will sing the words that I can't speak
When you're standing right in front of me

I'll stand on a chair and congratulate the whole world
On finding the person that makes your toes curl.
As for me I'm alone, sadly in the end
Cause he thinks we'd be better off as friends.
Better off as friends.

No I won't forget this in a week.
A month. A century.
And I will sing the words that I can't speak.
When you're standing right in front of me.