Men who fall in love with women and write songs about them. Specifically, my Wesley. This is called "Funny Faces."
How time flies, the clocks must be telling us lies
What else can legitimize hours passing us by?
Dancing in mirrors, covering our ears
We laugh almost as if we’ve known each other for years
Record player, tell her later
She’s riding the escalator through my head
On top of the ball, I’m beginning to fall
Falling so in like with her
*When she smiles it makes you melt, I’m melting
I’m melting through ice for her
She’s determined that it won’t be a love song
So it must be a like song, ....A like you a lot song
I think we’re going places, I knew it as we sat
Making funny faces
Feel my heart skip, as she traces my lip
Her eyes rise to mine, in the darkness they shine
Goofy smiles to silly laughs, Eskimo kisses in the photographs
She knows how I feel, I feel that it’s real
The doctor confirms my hearts doing cartwheels
Try to speak but instead, nonverbally it’s said
As our color turns red from the funny faces, funny faces
Called her a buddy, we’d try to study
Instead we’d stay up late talking past two
The fortune cookie, words just took me
But it told me what I already knew
Makes you think that you don’t know anything
She makes you forget the world
And makes you believe you could do everything
She’s that kind of girl
She’s determined that it won’t be a love song
It might be a like song, A like you a lot song
She’s a skeptic and hates anything cheesy, it makes her uneasy
We’re better off calling it out
But then she knows, He’s already figured it out