Turning Red

i can still get nervous when i talk to you
even though we've dated for a year or two
every time i stare i notice something new
and abandon all hopes of impressing you
i struggle with the words that i've always known
i get self-conscious of my voice on the telephone
you tell me how you love me every night before bed
and i turn out the lights as my face turns red
sometimes it's hard to stay still
when you're moving close to me
my eyes they open wider
more color in my cheeks
i'm usually so pale until you mess with my heartbeat
you turn me red
turning red
i'm turning red
my hands still get sweaty when you're holding them
my clothes feel kind of tight although i'm sure they fit
when we go out at night sometimes i wish we'd stayed in
i feel like everyone is thinking what's she doing with him
every date feels like the first one
and i can't wait 'til we meet
(keep?) my feet under the table when we sit down to eat
i don't know how to ask you will you come home with me?
i'm turning red
turning red
i'm turning red
sometimes it's hard to stay still
when you're moving close to me
my eyes they open wider
more color in my cheeks
i'm usually so pale until you mess with my heartbeat
i'm turning red
turning red
i'm turning red
i love it when you're playful
you tease me constantly
you're surprisingly insightful when you embarrass me
and you can feel safe in my arms
but safe's not what i need
you turn me red
turning red
i'm turning red