Lyrics

Party with your father, ex-rockstar You don't need a fake ID to get you into any bar 'Cause you're VIP, high society And you expect me to believe you have a crush on me I tried block out that song on the radio dial Making out to Ben Folds ain't me But I do what I gotta do To make a fantasy come true Bask in a PDA with you I could be crazy There's possibility What happened that night Never really happened to me There's a picture of your eyes on a billboard 94 West from St. Paul I stand underneath, remove myself Stare at each other 'til one of us smiles I could be crazy There's possibility What happened that night Never really happened to me Everything I want is too good to be true I've waited years to have you patiently Now you move away What's the price I pay? Two years lost, as far as I'm concerned Since the first day I met you my heart burned Never led me to think that we could be Now you expect me to believe you have a crush on me You have a crush on me You have a crush on me