Party with your father, ex-rockstar
You don't need a fake ID to get you into any bar
'Cause you're VIP, high society
And you expect me to believe you have a crush on me

I try to block out that song on the radio dial
Make a note to Ben Folds and me
But I do what I gotta do
To make a fantasy come true
Bask in PDA with you
I could be crazy
There's possibility
What happened that night
Never really happened to me

There's a picture of your eyes on a billboard
94 West from St. Paul
I stand underneath, remove myself
Stare at each other till one of us smiles
I could be crazy
There's possibility
What happened that night
Never really happened to me

Everything I want is to good to be true
I've waited years to have you patiently
Now you move away
What's the price I pay?

Two years lost, as far as I'm concerned
Since the first day I met you my heart burned
Never led me to that think that we could be
Now you expect me to believe you have a crush on me
You have a crush on me
You have a crush on me