| I see you nearly everyday. | 
| I see you, but you don’t see me. | 
| I wish I had something clever to say. | 
| And I wish I had something better I could be. | 
| We touched hands by the coffee machine the other day. | 
| I know you’ve forgotten already, | 
| But I’m gonna take that moment to the grave. | 
| To the grave. | 
| Cuz I just wanna walk you home. | 
| I just wanna walk you home. | 
| Oh, yea. | 
| I see you nearly every night. | 
| I see you when you’re down in your house. | 
| With my night vision binoculars | 
| I creep quiet as a mouse. | 
| And I get jealous when I see you stroking his hair. | 
| But it’s okay, I tell myself 'cause I know | 
| It’s only I’m not there. | 
| I’m not there. | 
| Cuz I just wanna walk you home. | 
| I just wanna walk you home. | 
| Well I just need some time alone. | 
| I just need some time alone. | 
| I’m the boy who watches the phone. | 
| I’m the boy who eats lunch on his own. | 
| I’m the boy with the monotone. | 
| I’m the boy who still lives at home. | 
| I’m the boy with the ironed shirt. | 
| I’m the boy who watches you work. | 
| I know where you keep your skirts. | 
| I know where your secrets lurk. | 
| I’m the boy that’s calling your house. | 
| I’m the boy that’s freaking you out. | 
| With my thermal flask of tea. | 
| Up there in your neighbor’s tree. | 
| I’m the boy that’s crossing borders. | 
| I’m the boy with social disorders. | 
| I’m the boy with restraining orders. | 
| I’m the boy, yeah. | 
| Cuz I just wanna walk you home. | 
| I just wanna walk you home. | 
| And I know that’s it not right to creep. | 
| But I just wanna watch you sleep alone. | 
| Cuz I just wanna walk you home. | 
| I just wanna walk you home. |