I'm In Love With Him.He's a Star. But We're Childhood Best Friends. FML!!!

My Tears

'Cause when you're fifteen and somebody tells you they love you

You're gonna believe them

And when you're fifteen, don't forget to look before you fall

I've found time can heal most anything

And you just might find who you're supposed to be

I didn't know who I was supposed to be at fifteen

Your very first day

Take a deep breath girl

Take a deep breath as you walk through the doors

After letting that out of my system I gladly relaxed and wiped my last tears. "Darlin'?", asked Blake letting his southern accent out." Yeah Blake?", I asked also letting my accent out which caused him to grin. " Ready to record yer' otha' songs darlin'," "yes siree Blake." Okay then darlin' go ahead," "with pleasure sug'."

I was riding shotgun with my hair undone

In the front seat of his car

He's got a one-hand feel on the steering wheel

The other on my heart

I look around, turn the radio down

He says, ?Baby is something wrong??

I say, ?Nothing I was just thinking

How we don't have a song? and he says

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have

And when I got home, 'fore I said amen

Asking God if He could play it again

I was walking up the front porch steps

After everything that day

Had gone all wrong or been trampled on

And lost and thrown away

Got to the hallway, well, on my way

To my lovin' bed

I almost didn't notice all the roses

And the note that said

Our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on your window

When we're on the phone and you talk real slow

'Cause it's late and your mama don't know

Our song is the way you laugh

The first date man, I didn't kiss her and I should have

And when I got home, 'fore I said amen

Asking God if He could play it again

I've heard every album, listened to the radio

Waited for something to come along

That was as good as our song

'Cause our song is the slamming screen door

Sneakin' out late, tapping on his window

When we're on the phone and he talks real slow

'Cause it's late and his mama don't know