pink paint

There’s probably something wrong with your vision,
but to me, there’s just a star in your eye.
There’s a certain chance that your smile’s crooked,
but it’s my only constellation in the sky.

I know I’m probably something horrible,
But you’ve become far too adorable,
And I’m finally feeling enjoyable.

There seems to be something about the way you say goodbye,
But to me, it feels like sixth grade is in the air.
There’s probably something about your hair I don’t know,
But hey, at least it’s everywhere.

I understand I’m probably something terrible,
But you just look like an angel,
And I’m starting to feel incredible.

This pink paint I bought is blinding my visibility,
Destroying the only possibility
Of me finally being free,
But that’s fine with me, for now.

There’s probably something funny about your nose,
But it looks to me like it’d fit perfectly with mine.
There’s probably something wrong with the way we're going,
But I like to think that happens by design.

It’s clear, I’m getting to be unbearable,
But all I care about is that you are irresistible,
And today, I feel invincible.