I'd lie

He tells me about his night
And I count the colors in his eyes
He’ll never fall in love he swears
As he runs his fingers through his hair
I’m laughing cause I hope he's wrong.

I could tell you his favorite color's green
He loves to argue, born on the seventeenth
His sister's beautiful,
He has his father’s eyes
And if you asked me if I love him,
I’d lie.

He sees everything black and white
Never let nobody see him cry
I don’t let nobody see me wishing he was mine...

I think he can see through everything
But my heart.