Boy In My Head
I've got a boy in my head someone help me
Stirs up my butterflies, kind of scary
Reads by the light of the torch that I carry
Think he's got something he's trying to tell me
Sometimes he looks like Jesus on water's blue
Then he looks like John Cusack and sounds like John Hughes
Then he looks like cloud nine, sunshine, something new
And I could sware he kind of looks like you.
Stupid I don't even know you yet
Star-crossed imaginary friend
You're something I, something I can't forget
I'm in love with the boy, the boy in my head
I've got a boy in my life, I don't know him
Acts like a kid, looks like a poem
He knows all my secrets, I've already told him
Safe in my heart where I can hold him
Stupid I don't even know you yet
Star-crossed imaginary friend
You're something I, something I can't forget
I'm in love with the boy, the boy in my head
I hide away, and call it self defense
Caught in a loop that never ends
No, its not right - I know it don't make sense
But I'm in love with the boy
The boy who looks like Jesus, under a pseudonym
Then he looks like Joe Keary, or maybe Joe Quinn
New guy, eyes like cinnamon
What if this time it's really him?
Stirs up my butterflies, kind of scary
Reads by the light of the torch that I carry
Think he's got something he's trying to tell me
Sometimes he looks like Jesus on water's blue
Then he looks like John Cusack and sounds like John Hughes
Then he looks like cloud nine, sunshine, something new
And I could sware he kind of looks like you.
Stupid I don't even know you yet
Star-crossed imaginary friend
You're something I, something I can't forget
I'm in love with the boy, the boy in my head
I've got a boy in my life, I don't know him
Acts like a kid, looks like a poem
He knows all my secrets, I've already told him
Safe in my heart where I can hold him
Stupid I don't even know you yet
Star-crossed imaginary friend
You're something I, something I can't forget
I'm in love with the boy, the boy in my head
I hide away, and call it self defense
Caught in a loop that never ends
No, its not right - I know it don't make sense
But I'm in love with the boy
The boy who looks like Jesus, under a pseudonym
Then he looks like Joe Keary, or maybe Joe Quinn
New guy, eyes like cinnamon
What if this time it's really him?
Credits
Writer(s): Cozi Zuehlsdorff
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