Pathetic excuse for a song

gah
as of now i officaly suck at songwriting
i'm going progressivley downhill, bummer


Ballerina foot boy (i know, please slap me now)

[v1]
Monday morning, was the first time
I ever saw you
Heard some tapping, my eyes flickered down to the floor,
And there your feet were
Dancing away, with no care in the world
The type of feet that decide, decide at the last minute
What they’re going to do
What they’re gonna live
When they’re gonna fly
I knew he must be an extraordinary guy

With a crooked smile
And the look in his eye
It only takes two seconds, then he’s on your mind

[chorus]
He’s the ballerina feet boy
Dancing around, not sure what he’s doing
Talks on his feet, lives on his toes
Brings a bit of hope
Wherever he goes

Dark hair falls down, past his eyes
Doesn’t see a thing, but don’t worry
He’s not blind
He’s just something different, one of a kind
It’s been days and days
He’s still on my mind
He’s a ballerina feet boy

[v2]
It’s a Friday afternoon; he walks in late to a test
Whispers circulate; he’s got himself in a mess
Teacher marches up
About to raise her voice
When he pulls out a hall pass, a ballerina foot choice

There’s something so different about him
He’s the kind of guy who’d laugh,
If he knew this song was about him

With a crooked smile
And the look in his eye
It only takes two seconds, then he’s on your mind

[chorus]

[v3]
In class today I wore his sweater
Then he sat next to me
Can’t tell you which was better
Drifted off in class, I got lost in his eyes
How can you blame me, he’s his own kind of person
Doesn’t even have to, wear a disguise

[chorus]

He’s not blind
And now I know, I wouldn’t want to live without him
Because
He’s a ballerina feet boy
He's not cliche, he's far from
Mine