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To the girl that sittings in front of me in psych
I've come up with how I’m gonna introduce myself it's gonna be a simple hello
But the weight of that word has a different meaning I actually want to say is
I've been thinking about this moment for weeks now
Can I be your friend and be able to hear your sweet vanilla Sunday voice because it sounds so angelic just like eve's voice was

To the girl that sits next to me in psych
I've thought out how I’m gonna ask you out its gonna
Be a complicated series of me getting red-faced and palms in sorrows
While I’m relaying a morse code trying not to seem that I’m crazy about you because I am

To the girl that sits behind me in psych
I've passed you letters but you seem distant like a soldier at war but the response to the letters killed me but I came back to find you asked God to give me insight on what you are thinking, does my name prove worthy of a single thought
Does my smell tag memory of us back when we were just friends in grade school?

To the girl that sat next to me in psych
Does my voice play on repeat like a scratched DVD
Do you look for me on a single lit road on your way home?
Remembering the names that you called me that you shouted in the storm
Trying to get me to calm it for your own benefit