Blue eyes, blonde hair
I saw you standing there, from across the room
And so I hold my breath, just hoping you come near
And you hold my hope, gently out of reach
That's why I can't be yours
That's why I can't be yours
'Cause I'm a little bit different, I'm a little bit weird
I'm a little bit left of, the box they put me in
And so I hold my tongue, and let you all assume
That you know me best, but I guess that I'll show you
That I'm not very good at love
I'm not very good with hearts
They always fall apart I always play too rough
I'm not very good with lies
I'm not very good with truth
They always fall apart
And I always end up breaking your heart
Blue eyes, blonde hair
One day I'll love you, and you'll love me
But until that day comes, I'll hold on to my heart
'Cause if I let you love me, you'll end up getting hurt
That's why I can't be yours
That's why I can't be yours