Sticky Tape Daydreams (Alt)

(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)