You write her a message, then you press delete
Calling her up, you don't want to speak
What you know
You see her by chance out on the street
You want to hold her, console her
You can't find the right way to show
If you talk 'bout the weather, you talk 'bout your shoes
You're longing forever to tell her the truth.
So don't wait oh, go tell her now
Don't wait around
Or you may never know
You may never know how she's feeling
Know how she's feeling.
Maybe she wants you, maybe she's shy
Maybe her heart will always be blind to your love
So go take the roses you left in the sink
Strike all your poses, knock back a drink, I'm saying.