Look I know that I ain't wrote you in a while
Don't know why I'm even bothering now
It probably aint gone get out
I'm just laying in my bed and remembering all the shit
That I lived when I was a kid, I kinda miss it a bit
A lot of times I would wish I could skip it and become big
But now that I'm big I'm wishin that I can be a kid again, shit
In 7th grade I had a crush on ya, lovin ya beautiful eyes
Each was a cute little bug or button or somethin
I would wait for the first time to take action
Never happened and the fact is that perfect is an imaginative
thing...I was bored and just writing poems in my classes
and I don't know why...I put one into an envelope, right?
Kids on the bus had happened to see it and read it, that's when
Melissa had took it saying that she's gonna give it to you
Part of me was relieved and a part of me was embarassed
and scared of what you would do, say, think...maybe there was a chance
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Take em home and save em up? Just an old fashion love...
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Just an old fashion love...Right? (Right?)
I remember when kids that I never met
would be askin.."Are you the one that wrote that poem for Vanessa?"
Even had a teacher tell me I'm reaching out of my league
"You really shoot for the moon" Yo, you're preaching to the choir
I was blind thinkin I could acquire what I desire, admire
But the truth is you were just on a higher level, a pedestal
Why would you even give me the time?
The most popular girl in the school could never be mine
But I fantasized I could look into your spanish eyes
And ya smile glamorized, lit up like a candle light
All the guys wanted you so I guess I'ma stand in line
And I'm tryin to decipher my life and just analyze
Every time I saw you, you would either smile or say "Hi"
And I was always shy, blew my only chance to make you mine
Maybe I'm just a hopeless romantic the way that I
Wrote you almost every day...if only I spoke my mind
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Take em home and save em up? Just an old fashion love...
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Just an old fashion love...Right? (Right?)
I lie awake in my bed, it won't escape from my head
Lookin back on the things that I should've said
When I saw you holding all of the poems that I thought and wrote
I can't believe that you kept em, yo tell me it's not a joke
Through all of the months I wrote her
You saved em and had em folded in 4
Each inside of the other like dominoes
But really girl, I don't know...
I wanna believe you like me
but honestly I was waiting for life to come back and bite me
I might be a cynic, might be intimidated or live in
a fantasy world invented, if only you could be in it
I just wish I said a lot that I didn't
and if I did then maybe shit'd be different or just definitive
Go ahead and consider this the last poem I write you
Reminiscing on all of the things I did before high school
Maybe one day you'll find it, I got a question
Will you hate it or add it to your collection?
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Take em home and save em up? Just an old fashion love...
If I...Made you a poem and folded it 4 times
Wrote your name onto the front, and pass you it on the bus
Would ya...maybe show off to your classes all my stuff?
Just an old fashion love...Right? (Right?)
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