My playlist has been sounding like you lately.

I've been practising being smooth. You're my final exam.

Your name looks really good on my screen.

You seem like the kind of trouble I'd enjoy.

You've got me rehearsing texts like it's an audition.

I'd risk the awkward silence just to sit next to you.

I'm not saying it's fate, but I did take the long way here.

I'd rather be confused with you than certain with anyone else.

I'm not a poet, but you make me want to try.

Your energy is doing things to my heart rate.

I'm not saying you're the reason I got ready today, but you are.

Nobody's perfect, but you're making a strong case.

Your vibe matches my Friday night.

You're the kind of distraction I'd happily miss a deadline for.

Every time you talk, I forget what I was going to say.