No, I’m not lonely, I just like my space,

No, that’s not blushing—it’s just my face!

I don’t get nervous when you walk by,

That’s just my body… trying to die.

I don’t write love songs, what do you mean?

This is just… a random melody.

And if my voice shakes when I say your name,

It’s just ‘cause—uh, allergies. Damn.

Too much pollen, too much air,

Not ‘cause I love you, I swear.

Oh, I crave for love, but I’ll never admit it,

Nope, not me, don’t even ask—forget it!

I’d rather walk into traffic blindfolded

Than say “I love you”—so let’s not unfold it.

Oh, you think I like you? That’s hilarious, wow!

What gave it away? (Oh no, I said that out loud.)

Nope, I don’t think about you all the time—

Just, like, you know… when I blink. It’s fine.

I don’t get jealous, I swear I don’t care,

If you talk to them, I—wait, what were we saying? Where?

And if I freeze up when you sit too near,

That’s just my brain… malfunctioning here.

Oh, I crave for love, but I’ll never admit it,

Nope, not me, don’t even ask—forget it!

I’d rather fall face-first in a public place

Than say “I love you” right to your face.

Oh no, oh no, I think I’m doomed,

This feels suspiciously like catching feelings—ew.

What’s next? A grand confession? A romantic speech?!

Ew. No. Gross. Let’s never repeat.

Nope, not saying it, never gonna do it,

Go ahead, read my mind—oh wait, you blew it.

So I’ll sit right here, totally fine, totally chill

(Except for the part where I never will…)

Lalalalalalalalalalal

Ooooo-yeaaaaah!!!