Wild Shot

We're stuck in your car on a Friday night And we laugh over stuff we try not to talk about Still, your smile keep on heating up the climate And all the blood to my cheeks are rushing out, yeah, yeah And by accident, you're getting closer Oh, can you tell me something, tell me something? Is it a wild shot I'm letting you know That you're the topic of all of my thoughts? Yeah 'Cause I'm so sick of this friend zone I swear that you look at me differently Whatever it is, it just feels so rеal And your eyes keep on talking in the silence And all the blood to my cheeks are rushing out, yeah, yeah And I'm hoping you are getting closer Oh, can you tell me something, tell me something? Is it a wild shot I'm letting you know That you're the topic of all of my thoughts, yeah And that I'm sick of this friend zone? Oh, can you tell me something, tell me something? Oh, can you tell me something, tell me something? Oh, can you tell me something, tell me something? 'Cause I'm so sick of this friend zone