Sunday Crossword

When I was a kid i always imagined The person I fall for Would be good with their mouth And all the best phrases Would always fall out We'd walk to get coffee on Sunday morning Then we'd do the crossword And sit on the couch It's kinda ironic, that's what we have now We said we wouldn't let it But somehow this got serious And you sound so poetic Saying we're so far from love You can't say it to my face, so We just try and fill these spaces: What's a 9 letter word for how you feel There's a u and I together But it's missing a few letters Is it "misguided" or "disguised" As something real? It can't be "unrequited" 'cause my Feelings are too big There's so much I wanna tell you But I don't know if it'll fit I'm not a kid so now I can read all The signs that you give And into silence between us There's so much we're leaving, unsaid So give me a pen, I can pretend That we're writing our future Instead of playing all these games And trying to break the rules We said we wouldn't let it But somehow this got serious And I might sound pathetic But doesn't this look just like love I can't say it to your face, so I hope you can fill the spaces What's a 6 letter word for what I want? There's an "over" in the center But I know that's not the answer Under "covers" I might never Call it "love" But it's spelled out so clearly The more you look at it There's so much I wanna tell you But I don't know if it'll fit Ooh (Fill the spaces) (When I was a kid, I always imagined) It all leads back to you (I'll be patient) (Don't know what it is And that's why I'm asking) ooh (Fill the spaces, Don't know what you did Don't know what'll happen) It all leads back to you When I was a kid i never imagined That love would be so hard to figure out It's kinda ironic that's what I have now