Текст песни A Song I Can't Write - Bela Delgado

I wrote this song when I was like 14
Really?
Yeah, haha
Does it still go hard, though?
Yeah

In first period on Monday
Doing homework already late
Someone stepped in the room and I turned my shoulder
Winged eyeliner and black bangs
She told the teacher her name
And I spelled it incorrectly in my folder
But she's got a boyfriend, his name is Calvin

He's got more poise and he's more attractive
Every girl wants him, of course she's got him
And it feels wrong, but I'm jealous of him
'Cause I can't fight, and I can't play sports
And I'm no prize, and my family's poor
And I can't build a goddamn box
All I can do is write a song but

This girl can't be explained in idioms
A mix of Amy Lee and Hayley Williams
And I almost freeze when I look in her eyes
And she has my writer's block mounting
And in class it feels like I'm drowning
Her melody is a song I can't write

Flash forward now we're in May
And she broke up with what's his face
And I said a prayer and hoped, now is my chance (go get it dude)
But in fifth period she said
Someone else is stuck in her head
And I hid my tears faster than the flash
Then he asked her out, and his name is Alex

I'm sad about it, but I'm not frowning
'Cause though I do sigh, he's such a good guy
Though she's occupied, my efforts futile
But my friend Rose told me, "Don't give up
'Cause girls like boys who have conviction"
But I know vulturing is wrong
So I'll just cry and write this song but

This girl can't be explained in idioms
A mix of Amy Lee and Hayley Williams
And I almost freeze when I look in her eyes
And she has my writer's block mounting
And in class, it feels like I'm drowning
Her melody is a song I can't write

And now it's June at the eighth grade dance
And she sees me, reaches out her hand
And we spin around to the cupid shuffle
And my heart pounds to a two-step rustle
On the last day, she kissed my cheek
Then walked away, don't know what it means
But I have to say that that's all I need
Maybe worlds away, she would fall for me, 'cause

This girl can't be explained in metaphors
Ran over me with a Carrera Porsche
On a cliff as scenic as her starry eyes
But good God, the rush was astounding
The finest tune in Snohomish County
But before she leaves, can I slow down the time?