Fuzzy Daydreams

(one, two, three, four!)

I stained my favorite comic tee again

Trying to act cool around your fancy friends

I tripped over my laces by the door

And spilled my soda on the kitchen floor (ahhh)

But when you laughed,

the room went soft and bright

Maybe I didn't ruin the whole night

I'm clumsy, I'm awkward,

I'm out of my head

Thinking of everything I should have said

But you make my static turn into a tune Under the giant

paper-mache

moon (under the moon!)

I spent three hours making you a tape

With songs about outer space and escape

It's mostly lo-fi indie tracks you'll hate But

track number seven describes our first date

And when you smiled,

the room went soft and bright

I think I got the tracklist working right I'm clumsy,

I'm awkward, I'm out of my head

Thinking of everything I should have said

But you make my static turn into a tune Under the giant

paper-mache

moon (yeah, yeah)

Sometimes I feel like a broken toy Just a standard-issue anxious boy

But you look at me like I am brand new

And suddenly I believe it too

Under the giant paper-mache moon

Yeah, we're gonna get there soon

(ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba)