Stairs

What we got ain't archetypal You're the name of every other song I write And somehow my love for you always rhymes We don't got any type of title There's no label on us by the end of the night But I still call you baby sometimes Can't get you off my mind Can't help it, it's a crime So what, I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do 'Til I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs To my place on the second floor And I'll wait til the last second to open the door So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs Coming up the stairs Maybe I'm being way too clingy You always say it's so, and we both know it's true But I can't help it when I look at you You know you got what it takes to always keep me reeling I'm not going anywhere but neither are my feelings I'm riding your wave of technicolor blue Can't get you off my mind Can't help it, it's a crime So what, I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do 'Til I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs To my place on the second floor And I'll wait til the last second to open the door So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs Coming up the stairs Every time you say goodbye you break my heart again But it mends when you come back, like it did back then You own pieces of my heart that no one else can borrow 'Cause we take our time but live like we won't kiss tomorrow So what I'm up too late, thinkin' 'bout you Your hand in my hair in that cute way you always do So what I'm up too late and thinkin' 'bout you And your hand in my hair in that cute way you do Till I see you there, I'll wait to hear your footsteps coming up the stairs To my place on the second floor And I'll wait til the last second to open the door So pardon my stares after I hear your footsteps coming up the stairs Coming up the stairs Coming up the stairs Coming up the stairs