Sweetart
Waiting, hesitating
Wishing for something true

Sweet boys, cute boys
Nice eyes, kind voice

Don’t mean anything if they don’t talk to you
Ill gaze in my eyes before they get to

I can worry like I know you
I can flurry like I’ve been with you

I don't know - what you want from me
Maybe by the morning I'll forget that I felt anything

I know my own mistakes
Own up at my pace

It didn’t mean anything
Doesn’t mean anything
To this day - I don’t think of you now don’t you go thinking of me