I Really Like This Part

I really like this part

Where you walk me to my car, and you tell me that I'm pretty

Where we both have whole hearts

And you haven't seen my scars, still get nervous when you kiss me

I play it all in my head

Words we haven't said yet, think how good this could get

But I, I'm still holding my breath

So good, it scares me to death

'Cause nothing's gone wrong, we haven't overplayed our songs

If you've got any visible flaws, I'm only falling for you harder because of them (because of them)

It hasn't been too long, still learning how to turn you on

And you're so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want

And I don't want it to stop, no, I don't want it to stop

I really like this part

Where I learn your middle name and I miss you on a Tuesday

Where you still dress up

'Cause you wanna impress me, little things are the best things

I play it all in my head

Meet your family and friends, think how good this could get

But I, I'm still holding my breath

So good, it scares me to death

'Cause nothing's gone wrong, we haven't overplayed our songs

If you've got any visible flaws, I'm only falling for you harder because of them (because of them)

It hasn't been too long, still learning how to turn you on

And you're so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want

And I don't want it to stop, no, I don't want it to stop

Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer

Butterflies and forts under covers

Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders

God, I'll cry if this is ever over

Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer

Butterflies and forts under covers

Call you over, pull me in closer

God, I'll die if this is ever over

Nothing's gone wrong, haven't overplayed our songs

If you've got any visible flaws, I'm only falling for you harder because of them

It hasn't been too long, still learning how to turn you on

And you're so brand new and every part of you is still everything I want

And I don't want it to stop, no, I don't want it to stop

Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer

Butterflies and forts under covers

Steal your shirt from right off your shoulders

God, I'll cry if this is ever over

Vintage nights, your lips taste like summer

Butterflies and forts under covers

Call you over, pull me in closer

God, I'll die if this is ever over