Sticky Tape Daydreams

(one, two, three, four!)

I stained my favorite thrift-store tee

Spilled coffee watching old TV I read the manual cover to cover

Trying to figure out how to be a lover (giggle)

And my heart is running

out of memory space

Every time that I look

at your face

Oh, I'm a little bit awkward,

a little bit late Calculating the math of our first date

But you make the static turn to sweet harmony

Yeah, you're the perfect code to me (ooh-ooh)

I bought a book on social skills

To cure my clumsy verbal spills

I analyze the things you say

And overthink them all damn day (ahhh)

And my heart is running

out of memory space

Every time that I look

at your face

Oh, I'm a little bit awkward,

a little bit late Calculating the math of our first date But

you make the static turn to sweet harmony

Yeah, you're the perfect code to me (yeah!)

Maybe I'm analog in a digital world Just a nerdy boy hoping

for the girl

But when we walk beneath the autumn trees

My system crashes to its knees

Yeah, the perfect code to me

Just a little bit awkward (just a little bit)