Crushin’ and Blushin’

[Verse 1]
We matched on a Saturday,
Your first line? “Best concert that’s came your way”
Didn’t even flinch — I flashed back to a night
With my kid by my side, screaming every line.
You said, “That’s my kind of night,”
And suddenly, texting felt kinda right.
Two playlists, one connection,
Trading favorite songs like shared confessions.

[Pre-Chorus]
And every time your name lights up my phone,
I smile like I’m 16, home alone.
But the kids know, yeah, they keep score —
“Who’s got Dad blushing like that for?”

[Chorus]
We’re crushin’ and blushin’,
Laughin’ through the chaos and the oven’s buzzin’.
Screenshots and one-liners,
You’re the queen of comebacks, I’m the king of bad rhymers.
Still haven’t met but I feel the pull,
You said Friday night — and now my week’s full.
We’re awkward, avoidant, and maybe too much…
But damn, this slow burn’s got that stay-up-all-night touch.

[Verse 2]
Your kid caught you gigglin’,
Said “Who’s got Mom simpin’ and scribblin’?”
Told him “mind your business” — you liar,
But I know I’m the plot twist lighting your fire.
We both read smut on the sly between chores,
Say it’s “for the plot” — but we know there’s more.
We send Spotify links and memes,
Flirt like teens, while life’s bursting at the seams.
Two adjacent avoidants, playing it cool —
But falling in texts like we’re back in high school.

[Pre-Chorus]
We’re dodging feelings, calling it play —
But we both check read times anyway.
I swear I heard your heart through the tone,
In that “lol” you dropped with a nervous groan.

[Chorus]
We’re crushin’ and blushin’,
Flirting while the mac and cheese is bubblin’.
Playlist wars and “who texts first,”
We’re both scared — but damn, this could work.
Still haven’t met but we’re falling fast,
You said “See you Friday…” — and I’m hoping it lasts.
We’re awkward, avoidant, and soft to the touch…
But maybe — just maybe — this won’t be too much.

[Bridge]
I’ll be the one in checkered Vans and a plain tee,
You’ll wear that smile that’s been wreckin’ me.
We’ll laugh, we’ll stall,
Then maybe… we’ll fall.

[Final Chorus]
Crushin’ and blushin’,
You show up and I forget to function.
Same smile, same spark from every chat,
Only now it’s real — and I’m good with that.
The jokes hit harder, your laugh hits home,
And for the first time, I don’t feel alone.
We’re adjacent avoidants, trying to be brave…
And maybe this time, we both choose to stay.

[Outro]
So here’s to Friday night —
Where crushin’ turned into real life.
And blushin’?
Still happens every time you text, “Night.”

Emo, pop punk, rock, alternative rock, fast tempo, male vocals