love, have we met before?

was that you on the fourth of july, staring me in the face as we watched the fireworks down below

was that you last summer, whispering to me with the windows down

was that you back in seventh grade, or was i too young then

love have we met?

because that wasn't you through those pickup truck speakers, blasting out the same old country hits

i know that wasn't you when i kissed her at midnight on new years eve

i know that wasn't you when i held her hand for the first time

my hands clamming up and feeling sweaty under the pressure

i know that wasn't you when i kissed her after the football game

the win being a perfect reason to do so

love, when are we gonna' meet?

because i didn't recognize you in the fog of people surrounding me

because your bittersweet sting, i have never felt before

because the only beat i hear isn't coming from my own heart

because those lyrics are set to repeat repeat repeat

because i my world is constant, predictable as was breaking on the shore

love, will i feel different when we meet?

will i finally get that feeling, the feeling you get with a first kiss

will i get to feel that bittersweet sting, the product loving someone else

will i finally get to cry, simply because my love is in pain

will i finally care about a cause greater than myself

will i finally see in color, after years of black and white

love how long do i have to wait?

i hope it you touch will feel electric

like static throughout my body

your kiss as real as the feeling of nostalgia i feel

i hope you will be worth it, 

even when i feel the vivid sting of heartbreak

love, i hope we meet someday