I'll leave the house tomorrow
You make me feel uncommon
you make me feel like someone
you make me want to be more like you
you make me want to be me
it's the anger i made that makes me hate me
it's the look in your eyes that makes me know
it'a a girl I met, told me a secret (it's you)

i need to tell you something
i wish i was your everything
i want to be your favorite thing
fill up your room with flowers
and swim through petals to try to get through to you
i want to win you back but would you, would you take me back too?
i need to tell you something
i wish i was your everything
i want to be your favorite thing
i'll leave the house tomorrow