It wasn't until the day I met you that I started messing up. Homecoming night I slipped getting out of the car while you held the door. Walking down the street, so lost in your eyes, I stepped right into a pot hole and almost fell, but funny ... we never broke eye contact. Fast showers .. so I could pick you up when you called. Staying up for hours so your voice was the last thing I heard because at night you're all I want to think of. Never making plans, so when you call I can answer. Everything set just so that whenever I popped into your mind, you would know that I was sitting there, thinking of you too. Wishing and hopping you can always be mine.