Three whole months, still thinking about you
And all the pretty girls you'll meet
Three whole months and time is flying
And you're so out of reach
Don't need you to confirm cause I know
I'm enough for about a week
Then you'll get bored of my voice and my smile
While I'm still weak at the knees
Four whole months, maybe even five
And I still have butterflies
Six months, seven, this is getting old
But these feelings just take their time
I'll sit and wait, loneliness dissipates
Heartache is so unappealing
I'll feel this again, but I don't wanna know
Whatever it is I'm feeling
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm, mm-mm-mm, mm-mm