Knocking on an open door 
it doesn't feel like coming home 
i look around and watch my steps 
one glimpse of you - and i go back 

my peppermint, my sweetest thing 
you cannot lose cause i can't win 
it must be hard to tell a lie 
when i ask “what is on your mind” 

from the outside you are sweet 
but you hold my hand to fight 
sentimental times 

careful when you look for more 
adjust the vision of your scope 
it's kind of sad to see 
you’re all i need but i am incomplete 

my peppermint, my sweetest thing 
you’ll never lose cause i can’t win 
you took my heart and that is fine 
do it over if you forgot why 

from the outside you are sweet 
but you hold my hand to fight 
sentimental times