I feel like a bug
stuck on amber
‘cause I think I’m in love
and I can’t remember
if I’ve ever felt this way before
and I’m not sure
if I can take this anymore
it seems like every time she looks at me
my heart drops into the floor
It sucks she’s moving away.
I finally met a girl
who makes me happy
she’s every thing I need
and at the risk of sounding sappy
I just want to tell her
that when I smell her
every worry disappears
and every time she talks to me
it’s like music to my ears
It sucks she’s moving away.
Well I feel like a bug
stuck on Amber
'cause I think I'm in love
with a girl named Amber
and I can’t get away
but that’s okay
because I think I’d rather stay
it’s like the more she tells me she loves me
the more I love myself.
Why do good things always have to end?
