Love Songs
Last night, I woke up and wrote down your name
Seven times on my notebook (seven times on my notebook)
And my father said it's so hard to explain
But you know when you know it (but you know when you know it)
I'm sick to my stomach, I'm barely eating
Head over heels, now I'm barely sleeping
How did this happen? I can't believe how hard I fell
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
Like candy hearts and shooting stars, and oh, my God
(Ah-ah) you make this feel like a Rom-Com
Like pink balloonsa and roses too, and on, and on
(Ah-ah) and it's hard enough that I feel it (ah)
Oh, why does it have to be real?
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
And I really hate love songs
This morning, I woke up and thought I had died
Yeah, I started to panic (yeah, I started to panic)
And my mother said it's just the butterflies
I'm a hopeless romantic (I'm a hopeless)
I'm sick to my stomach, I'm barely eating
Head over heels, now I'm barely sleeping
How did I get here? I didn't see how hard I fell
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
Like candy hearts and shooting star, and oh, my God
(Ah-ah) you make this feel like a Rom-Com
Like pink balloons and roses too, and on, and on
(Ah-ah) and it's hard enough that I feel it (ah)
Oh, why does it have to be real?
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
And I really hate love songs
Seven times on my notebook (seven times on my notebook)
And my father said it's so hard to explain
But you know when you know it (but you know when you know it)
I'm sick to my stomach, I'm barely eating
Head over heels, now I'm barely sleeping
How did this happen? I can't believe how hard I fell
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
Like candy hearts and shooting stars, and oh, my God
(Ah-ah) you make this feel like a Rom-Com
Like pink balloonsa and roses too, and on, and on
(Ah-ah) and it's hard enough that I feel it (ah)
Oh, why does it have to be real?
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
And I really hate love songs
This morning, I woke up and thought I had died
Yeah, I started to panic (yeah, I started to panic)
And my mother said it's just the butterflies
I'm a hopeless romantic (I'm a hopeless)
I'm sick to my stomach, I'm barely eating
Head over heels, now I'm barely sleeping
How did I get here? I didn't see how hard I fell
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
Like candy hearts and shooting star, and oh, my God
(Ah-ah) you make this feel like a Rom-Com
Like pink balloons and roses too, and on, and on
(Ah-ah) and it's hard enough that I feel it (ah)
Oh, why does it have to be real?
(Ah-ah) you make me wanna write love songs
And I really hate love songs
Credits
Writer(s): Hampus Petter Lindvall, Sarah Elizabeth Barrios
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