The story behind it.
“Crushin on You” was inspired by the uniquely chaotic stage of liking someone before anything has actually happened. The narrator can barely send “hey” without erasing it, insists to her friends that she does not care, and then loses every trace of coordination when he walks into the room. Her crush exists in tiny moments—a greeting, a glance, a daydream—but each one feels enormous because possibility fills all the space that certainty has not. The song also captures the loneliness of feeling invisible to the person who dominates your inner world. She wonders whether he will ever see her as more than background scenery, yet she is not completely silent. Every lyric becomes a disguised confession, allowing her to say onstage what she cannot say directly. Music is both her hiding place and the evidence that the feeling is real. By the final verse, the narrator accepts that the crush may never become a relationship— and decides the feeling still gave her something worth keeping. She can turn the nerves, hope, and reckless heart into a song loud enough for a crowd. “Crushin on You” is ultimately about finding joy in the feeling itself, even when the person who inspired it may never know that every line leads back to them.
Crushin’ On You
Typed "hey" — erased it fast
Overthink queen, it never lasts
Told my friends I don't even care
But he's the reason I breathe the air
He walks in, I lose control
Heart's off beat, it takes its toll
Trip on nothing, spill my drink
Smile too wide, forget to think
Maybe someday he'll notice me
More than a ghost in the scenery
It's just a crush, but it feels so true
Every song I sing comes back to you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
He says "hi," my words fall flat
Laugh it off, I'm cool like that
Daydream nights and movie scenes
Cheap guitars and faded jeans
Maybe someday he'll notice me
More than a ghost in the scenery
It's just a crush, but it feels so true
Every song I sing comes back to you
Do I tell him or let it slide
Write it down, then run and hide
Every glance feels like a start
He doesn't know he's got my heart
Yeah, I'm messy, yeah, I'm loud
Sing my secrets to the crowd
If he never knows, that's fine
He still lives in every line
Maybe someday he'll notice me
More than a ghost in the scenery
It's just a crush, but it feels so true
Every song I sing comes back to you
So I'll sing, and play my part
Pop-punk queen with a reckless heart
If it's hopeless, that's okay
Still got a song to shout today
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
Crushin' on you, crushin' on you
