I wrote you thousands of chords,
but the more I confess the less you're impressed with me.
I'd leave you begging for more, if only you were listening.
And I'm freaking out, gotta get, get over this now.
I've spent all my time, writing these heartfelt lines,
but they won't be heard.

I'm sick of writing songs that you don't even listen to.
This one goes out to me.
It's not about you.
I'm sick of writing songs that you don't even listen to.
This one goes out to me.
It's not about you.

So make sure this song's not on your mind when you're kissing me.
Are you missing me, when I'm away for days?
Is this the song that plays?
Oh no, of course not.

Until now I've been finding excuses to not tell you
how I feel, but this is the last straw.
You've gone too far this time.
I know that I am, the best thing you'll ever have.
If you don't start listening, then you'll have to start looking.

So make sure this song's not on your mind when you're kissing me.
Are you missing me, when I'm away for days?
Is this the song that plays?
Oh no, of course not.
Is this the song that's on your mind when you're kissing me?
Are you missing me, when I'm away for days?
Is this the song that plays?
Oh no, of course not.

So you can save your excuses, I've already heard it.
Your lipstick looks perfect, wouldn't want you to ruin it,
by wasting your breath as you're proving to me,
I mean half as much to you as you mean to me.
So you can save your excuses I've already heard it.
So, save your excuses I've already heard it.

So make sure this song's not on your mind when you're kissing me.
Are you missing me, when I'm away for days?
Is this the song that plays?
Oh no, of course not.
Is this the song that's on your mind when you're kissing me?
Are you missing me, when I'm away for days?
Is this the song that plays?