Crush

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you're ordinary, maybe unhappy
but you’re something of a young god to me
i hang off your every word
aim arrows into your heart and miss
and now we're stuck here, not moving
and i'm uncharacteristically optimistic,
someone snatch my hope and belief
before it's ingrained in me.
a crush– is that the word i've been looking for?
is it you or is it the freedom that i fell for?

and the smile on your face
knocked the breath out of me,
i was back to smiling, laughing
i was back to being happy.

and you're ordinary, probably unhappy
i sure know i am.
but i'm falling hard
and faster than ever
because you're something of a young god to me.


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