Scrolling through our messages
To see if I was interesting enough
For him to recall my forgettable name
In a month
I'm sure I made no first impression
I'm sure I nearly bored him to death
He could get to know me
And I could annoy him instead
When is it my [A]turn to [C7]have
Somebody I can call [Em]my [A]own
Not ɾomanticize someone I don't know
But memorize someone in ɾeal life
Scrolling through our stalemate conversation
Dissecting every word that you [A7typed
As if I didn't have
Every syllable memorized
When will he grow up and [Bm]find out
I'm the things he wished he'd had
With him all [Em]along [Am]before he
Met me two years early
When will he graduate
From turning a blind eye
Graduate from in my [A]mind's eye
Graduate and [Bm]start a ɾeal life
When will I grow up and [Bm]learn that
I can't make a person [C7]fall
In love just by thinking of them
They don't even know me
When will I graduate
From fantasizing
Graduate to [C7]ɾealizing
Graduate and [Bm]start a ɾeal life
