breathe

I don't think that passenger seat,
Has ever looked this good to me,
He tells me about his night,
I count the colors in his eyes, don't ever fall in love.
He swears, as he runs his fingers through his hair,
I'm laughing 'cause I hope he's wrong and I don't think it ever crossed his mind. He tells a joke, I fake a smile, but I know all his favorite songs.
He looks around the room, Innocently overlooks the truth Shouldn't I like your walk. Doesn't he know that I've had it memorized for so long. He sees everything in black and white, Never let nobody see him cry, I don't let nobody see me wishing he was mine.