You and me and your ripped old jeans, ‘nother perfect Saturday evening
You and me in the two front seats of your truck, that's never not breaking
You and me dancing through the streets of a town that's already sleeping
You and me ‘bout to drift to dreams
But now's when I want to say it
Can't hold it in any longer
But how can I let you know?
Not saying I love the songs you write me
Not saying I love the way you laugh
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph
Not saying I love you, but maybe I do
You and me and your football tee
‘Nother perfect Sunday morning
You and me buying last row seats
But we know we can't afford them
I'm dropping hints as we share a smile, hoping you'll get it started
I got this feeling swimming inside me
But don't know where your heart is
Can't hold it in any longer
But how can I let you know?
Not saying I love the songs you write me
Not saying I love the way you laugh
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph
Not saying I love you, but maybe I do
And then you look over, stare into my eyes
Say they look like the stars in the night sky
And then you pull me close
Say there's something I need to know
You breath in deep and say you love me
And I reply:
Not saying I love the songs you write me
Not saying I love the way you laugh
Not saying I love the time you made me a heart shaped Polaroid photograph
Not saying I love you, except that I do