What we got ain't archetypal
You're the name of every other song I write
And somehow my love for you always rhymes
We don't got any type of title
There's no label on us by the end of the night
But I still call you baby sometimes
Can't get you off my mind
Can't help it, it's a crime
So what, I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you
And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do
'Til I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
To my place on the second floor
And I'll wait til the last second to open the door
So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
Coming up the stairs
Maybe I'm being way too clingy
You always say it's so, and we both know it's true
But I can't help it when I look at you
You know you got what it takes to always keep me reeling
I'm not going anywhere but neither are my feelings
I'm riding your wave of technicolor blue
Can't get you off my mind
Can't help it, it's a crime
So what, I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you
And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do
'Til I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
To my place on the second floor
And I'll wait til the last second to open the door
So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
Coming up the stairs
Every time you say goodbye you break my heart again
But it mends when you come back, like it did back then
You own pieces of my heart that no one else can borrow
'Cause we take our time but live like we won't kiss tomorrow
So what I'm up too late, thinkin' 'bout you
Your hand in my hair in that cute way you always do
So what I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you
And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do
Till I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
To my place on the second floor
And I'll wait til the last second to open the door
So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs
Coming up the stairs
Coming up the stairs
Coming up the stairs