You and me and your ripped old jeans, ‘nother perfect Saturday evening.
You and me in the two front seats of your truck, that’s never not breaking.
You and me dancing through the streets of a town that’s already sleeping.
You and me ‘bout to drift to dreams,
But now’s when I want to say it.
Can’t hold it in any longer.
But how can I let you know?
Not saying I love the songs you write me,
Not saying I love the way you laugh.
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph.
Not saying I love you, but maybe I do.
You and me and your football tee,
‘Nother perfect Sunday morning.
You and me buying last row seats,
But we know we can’t afford them.
I’m dropping hints as we share a smile, hoping you’ll get it started.
I got this feeling swimming inside me,
But don’t know where your heart is.
Can’t hold it in any longer.
But how can I let you know?
Not saying I love the songs you write me,
Not saying I love the way you laugh.
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph.
Not saying I love you, but maybe I do.
And then you look over, stare into my eyes.
Say they look like the stars in the night sky.
And then you pull me close,
Say there’s something I need to know.
You breath in deep and say you love me,
And I reply:
Not saying I love the songs you write me,
Not saying I love the way you laugh.
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph.
Not saying I love you, except that I do.
Except that I do.
Except that I do.