He Still Don't Know

Lyrics

Verse 1
Same pew every Sunday
You slide in, second row
Ball cap in your fingers
Laughing way too loud at every joke
You turn, say "how you been?"
I say "good" and kick my boots
Chewing on the words
I never get around to telling you

Pre-Chorus
I circle it in my notebook
Like your last name fits with mine
But I chicken out at the bleachers
Every single Friday night

Chorus
He still don't know I'm in love with him
Thinks I'm just the girl that tags along with all his friends
Riding shotgun, singing every word
Acting like it's nothing, like my heart don't hurt
He still don't see what I try to hide
How his old worn hoodie feels like home at closing time
If he only knew what these small town nights all meant
He'd know I'm more than just
More than just a friend

Verse 2
You talk about the future
Say you're headed off next fall
Ask me what I'm doing
Like I'm not scared of losing it all
You smile, hand me your jacket
Cold bleachers, Friday game
I breathe you in and whisper
Every single thing but your name

Pre-Chorus
Your tailgate lit by the moonlight
We sit there kicking dust
You say, "Tell me what you're thinking"
I just laugh and say, "It's nothing much"

Chorus
He still don't know I'm in love with him
Thinks I'm just the girl that tags along with all his friends
Riding shotgun, singing every word
Acting like it's nothing, like my heart don't hurt
He still don't see what I try to hide
How his old worn hoodie feels like home at closing time
If he only knew what these small town nights all meant
He'd know I'm more than just
More than just a friend

Bridge
Maybe one day I'll say it
Trip over the truth in my throat (oh)
Maybe you'll take my shaking hand
Or maybe you'll just let it go
So I fold up every almost
Like a note I'll never send
And sit right here beside you
Hoping this ain't where it ends

Chorus
He still don't know I'm in love with him
Thinks I'm just the girl that tags along with all his friends
Riding shotgun, hiding every word
Smiling like it's nothing, like my heart don't burn
He still don't see what I try to hide
How your last name sounds when I try it with mine
If you ever feel the way I feel when you walk in
You'd know I'm more than just
More than just a friend

Outro
Same pew every Sunday
You turn around and grin
I mouth "I love you"
But only when you can't see my lips