Dumb Stuff

Oh my God, I think I'm in love
The way we stay up late and talk about dumb stuff
And there is no one else, I would rather be with
Please, promise you want me
Oh my God, is my love too much?

Come on take my hand, baby
Dance in this pouring rain
'Cause what we've got is like a movie 
And I'm not above a good cliché

Oh my God, I think I'm in love
The way we stay up late and talk about dumb stuff