PSAP - fruit ripe for the picking, eyes blind for the turning

I never thought that this situation could ever happen to me
But here we are now
And I swear you're lookin' at me
In a way that I never thought
No I never thought you'd notice
And I don't have a blind eye to turn but I could always pretend
Yeah you're talkin' 'bout your boyfriend, boyfriend
Well I don't care about him girlfriend, girlfriend
I wanna take you out this weekend, weekend
And maybe help you forget
Yeah you keep sayin' that you love him, love him
So why you talkin' to me then, me then
Maybe I'm just overthinkin', thinkin'
I should try to forget
I think I know how this story ends
But he didn't know that his passive kiss
Was to a masochist with a massive list
Of reasons she didn't deserve it
Yeah you keep talkin' 'bout your boyfriend, boyfriend
Well I don't care about him girlfriend, girlfriend
I wanna take you out this weekend, weekend
And maybe help you forget
Yeah you keep sayin' that you love him, love him
So why you talkin' to me then, me then
Maybe I'm just overthinkin', thinkin'
I should try to forget
I think I know how this story ends

Written by:
Andrew Skillern, Bryce Vehrs

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