wish I could be yours

(hmm-mmm) Sixth grade locker right next to mine

Checking my hair for the twentieth time

You wore that faded blue corduroy hood

I'd say hello if I only could

Writing your initials in my notebook margin

Trying not to let my face start charging

Up with red, oh here you come

I think I like you,

is it so obvious?

Walking down the hallway,

getting so nervous Just a twelve-year-old crush

in the middle school scene

But you're the only one on my screen

Lunchroom drama

on a Tuesday afternoon

Friends asking if we'll be together soon

I look away

and pretend to eat my fries

But I'm searching for

the color of your eyes

Three more periods till the final bell

Will you ever notice?

It's so hard to tell

Just a note folded up in my pocket tight

Maybe I'll find the courage to send it tonight

I think I like you,

is it so obvious?

Walking down the hallway,

getting so nervous Just a twelve-year-old crush

in the middle school scene

But you're the only one on my screen

In sixth grade... yeah

Just a twelfth-year-old crush (mmm-mmm)