She Was Worlds Above Me

Sitting here trying to write up a love song
God how cliche I wrote these words at thirteen years old
I was thirteens years old
Picked up guitar but my fingers bled so I
Kept it up on piano instead and at thirteen years old
I met you at thirteen years old

Worried about dances and dresses and hair
Who'd even see me or would they stare the wrong way?
The wrong way?
She told me I looked good even cute
I knew that she lied but I didn't want her to
No I didn't want her to

But she was worlds above me
And I collapsed
She was worlds above me
And I could write a song about that
I could write a song about that

Called her a friend and I felt it too
She offered to curl my hair in the bathroom
I'd never seen my face like that but she
Swore it would come off with water from the tap
With water from the tap

She wanted to ask him to be her date to the
Middle school dance about a month away
About a month away
She planned a surprise to sing him a song
I regret that I helped her, it wasn't that long
But anyway
(But anyway)
(But anyway)

She was worlds above me
And I collapsed
She was worlds above me
And I could write a song about that
I could write a song about that

Didn't matter that I couldn't be her beau
She smiled when he took her hand like so
Of course it mattered that I couldn't be her beau
She smiled when he took her hand like so
I want to take her hand like so

But she was worlds above me
And I collapsed
She was worlds above me
And I could write a song
I could write a song
I could write a song about that

She was worlds above me
And I collapsed
She was worlds above me
And I could write a song about that
I could write a song about that