The Simple Things

There is something to be said about
How you fill the room up
You walk on by and sting my heart with doubt
Did you notice how I fell hard?

Every time I try to call you up
The line is always busy
And when I see you on the street I know
I never wanna be alone

All the time I wish for more
A way to sweep you off the floor

Ah, ah, the simple things we're made of
Ah, ah, the simple things we're made of

You will never see me cry
When I hear your last goodbye

Breaking, shaking, looking like you're faking
Feeling like you're on the run
Breaking, shaking, looking like you're faking
Tell me, am I number one?