I'm sitting on the stairs
I'm tryna fix my hair
Trying not to meet her stare
Does she know that I care
She tells me to stop looking act her funny but say to her honey
If i could stop looking then I would I bet I would
I try to make my mind go back to when we walked through walls
And the ceiling passing by above our heads
Right now
Sitting on the stairs Right Now
I'm the only one here Right Now
Tryna see her hair right now
I really wish I was back there right now
And now the flowers on her sleeve are diagonally in front of me
And streetlights on her cheek are racing by
Owner Of A Lonely Heart is playing
And I am the only one who finds that ironic oh it's ironic
Right now
Sitting on the stairs Right Now
I'm the only one here Right Now
Tryna see her hair right now
I really wish I was back there right now