Rough around the edges Hates when people see him weak
But I don't think he's thinking When he's all alone with me
Blues turn to an auburn red I make my mark in his head
* I see his walls come down One by one One by one
** He writes poetry, but no one knows I think I love him cause no one knows
He don't have a favourite color He says it's too hard to choose
But I'm his favourite girl I'm his favourite
Tells me all his secrets I promise that they're safe with me
I know that no one's ever gotten this far in his dreams
( * , ** )
He writes poetry, but no one knows
I'm his favourite I'm his favourite girl I'm his favourite girl
I'm his favourite girl I'm his favourite girl
