By Definition, A Crush Must Hurt

Girl, you know I want you
You know I need you
But you won't even look at me
And I don't even understand why

It doesn't make sense that we're not kissing
Cuz whenever I'm awake It's all I'm thinking
Of course I know that you're not into it
But oh my God aren't I entitled to?
It doesn't make sense that we're not making out
And all your nice words were just a fake out
It doesn't make sense that we're not married
And all my hopes are dead and buried in the ground!

Oh no!
Oh girl!
You gotta tell me, girl!
You gotta tell me!

Am I so toxic that I don't get it?
Is that why no one ever swipes right for me?
Am I so ugly that you don't dig it?
Or am I so boring that you won't notice me?
It doesn't make sense that you don't love me
When I'm so awesome and humble and funny
And it doesn't make sense that I'm here crushing
When for you to notice me is all I'm wishing I was dead!



Credits
Writer(s): Grahm Eberhardt
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