Fine For a Man.
You used to look at me much deeper than my eyes
Best part of my day was hallways with you by my side
I'd think about you while staring at a clock with no numbers in class
Approximate when I'd see your face
And hope that I would smash right into you
You wrote your name on my arm once with permanent pen
I wore that ink till it faded then trace over it again
I could believe you if you said we were always only friends
But I think the feelings felt were more than
Fine for a man
Fine for a man
Do you still think about me
Do you still have the CD I gave you on your birthday
I wanna pitch this to you cuz that's the way you'd understand
Wholeheartedly imagine
We call it what it really was then move along
We used to saunter thru Ikea like it was our home
Then split a milkshake like it was 1954
Although back then that kind of love would never pass in public
But the common denominator was platonic touching
And I held your hand in the morning
As you told me a story about the girls we'd find someday
Do you still think about me
Do you still have the CD I gave you on your birthday
I wanna pitch this to you cuz that's the way you'd understand
Wholeheartedly imagine
We call it what it really was then move along
Move along, move along, move along
Best part of my day was hallways with you by my side
I'd think about you while staring at a clock with no numbers in class
Approximate when I'd see your face
And hope that I would smash right into you
You wrote your name on my arm once with permanent pen
I wore that ink till it faded then trace over it again
I could believe you if you said we were always only friends
But I think the feelings felt were more than
Fine for a man
Fine for a man
Do you still think about me
Do you still have the CD I gave you on your birthday
I wanna pitch this to you cuz that's the way you'd understand
Wholeheartedly imagine
We call it what it really was then move along
We used to saunter thru Ikea like it was our home
Then split a milkshake like it was 1954
Although back then that kind of love would never pass in public
But the common denominator was platonic touching
And I held your hand in the morning
As you told me a story about the girls we'd find someday
Do you still think about me
Do you still have the CD I gave you on your birthday
I wanna pitch this to you cuz that's the way you'd understand
Wholeheartedly imagine
We call it what it really was then move along
Move along, move along, move along
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Writer(s): Jake Nelson
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