Hey you,

I wish I was fearless and could say that
I love you, because I do, and it hurts.
Listening to your playlists, wishing that
they're for me, but that is wishful thinking.

We write unsent letters to each other,
Badly concealed affections in each glance.
I know it sounds strange to always look up
your name, a beautiful sound on my lips.

But when I sent those texts, telling you that
you could never be mine, I lied to you.
My heart beats so fast when I'm next to you.
Oh, how does it feel good to see you smile.

It's always you, no matter how much I try to conceal.
I think it's time to tell you how I feel