At the mirror you fix your hair and put your makeup on
You're insecure about what clothes to wear
I can't see nothing wrong
To me you look so beautiful when you can't make up your mind
It's half past eight, it's getting late
It's OK, take your time
Standing here my hands in my pockets
Like I have a thousand times
Thinking back it took one breath
One word to change my life
The first time I saw you it felt like coming home
If I never told you I just want you to know
You had me from hello
When we walk into a crowded room it's like we're all alone
Everybody tries to kidnap your attention
You just smile and steal the show
You come to me and take my hand
We start dancin' slow
You put your lips up to my ear and whisper way down low
From the first time I saw you it felt like coming home
If I never told you I just want you to know
You had me from hello
And when you're laying down beside me
I feel your heartbeat to remind me...
The first time I saw you it felt like coming home
If I never told you I just want you to know
You had me from hello
From hello
From hello
between who you are and who you could be
between how it is and how it should be
It's the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone at the same time;
and it's hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same.
When you want everything and nothing at the same time,
When you want to let go but you keep holding on.
When you want to move on but your stuck right where you started,
when feelings come and go and you cant decide what you want.
It's so hard when you want to see that one person everyday,
and when you do, you don't know what to say.
When deep down inside you know if you lose this chance again,
It's gone and it will never come back.
When you know they are right beside you, but yet you don’t know how to react.
When you want them in your life so bad,
but all you can do is push them farther and farther away.
It's so hard to think back on how things used to be,
and look at now and realize that things are different and they will never be the same.
You tell yourself its not worth it, but if it really didn't matter,
You wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.
I hate the way you talk to me,
and the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
and the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
it even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you’re always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh,
even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you’re not around,
and the fact that you didn’t call.
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,
not even close…
not even a little bit…
not even at all.
