Just so you know,
I don't lay down on the miDdle of the pavement with, just anyonE.

You Caught me writing a song in the, middle of class.
I looked and saw you hovEring over my desk.
I panicked and slaMmed my notebook closed.
You gave a freaked out look and sent over a crumBled post-it note
That I wish had said...

Just so you know,
I don't lay down on the middle of the pavEment with, just anyone.
I could have said it then, but I froze up again.
The woRds won't pass my lips,
The words I wrote in scripts,
The words I wrote in songs like this.

You know me well enough to know that I don't Say much,
Out loud.
And I think you know that,  
Writing is how I make my sounds, yeah.
And it hit me thEn, that there was so much more that needed to be said... like...

Just so you know,
I don't lay down on the middle of the paVement with, just anyone.
I could havE said it theN, but I froze up again.
The words won'T pass my lips,
The words I wrote in scripts,
The words I wrotE in songs like this.

We didn't walk very far,
WE came up to your mothers car.
Before you got inside, I looked iNto your eyes
And said to you, alone.
You looked back at me and said...
I know.

Now I'm at home and
My covers blown and,
I hope you understand thaT I need you to know that

Just so you know,
I don't lay down on the middle of the pavement with, just anyone.
I could Have said it then, but I froze up again.

(Surprised?)

And just so you know,
I don't write songs about, just again.
I could have said it then, but I froze up again.
The words won't pass my lips,
The words I wrote in scripts,
The words I wrote in songs like this.

I don't lay down on the middle of the pavement.
(With just anyone.)