Sunflowers

Start this off with a nervous scene:

I can see you standing there, but just like that

its as if I forgot how to speak

not a word I've rehearsed will come out

and here it goes again

She walked right by and didn't even care

to glance to her left, where I stood with the blankest stare

if theres one thing I know, its that I don't know a thing

about this stupid kind of situation

Why do I lose my composure when I see a pretty little thing walking by?

The worst part is she doesn't see that I'm picking on sunflowers,

trying to convince myself that I've got a chance.

I swear its like I'm learning to walk and talk all over again

I feel like a child but soon, the times gone by and all I've got to show is

a thousand petals in my hands.

In most cases, I've got a reputation for not quite knowing the right words to say

and this is no exception, I feel a connection

did she feel it too? God knows I'll never have a clue.

I want this

and I need it

If its just for a minute

all I need is a new beginning.

Why do I lose my composure when I see a pretty little thing walking by?

The worst part is she doesn't see that I'm picking on sunflowers,

trying to convince myself that I've got a chance.

I swear its like I'm learning to walk and talk all over again

I feel like a child but soon, the times gone by and all I've got to show is

a thousand petals in my hands.

I won't say I've never felt this way before

but girl, if you'll give me a chance,

I'd love to make this so much more

Look me in the eye, and I'll tell you I don't want this

I don't need this one bit.

And if you call my bluff, won't kiss you softly without hesitation

not even for a minute.

Why do I lose my composure when I see a pretty little thing walking by?

The worst part is she doesn't see that I'm picking on sunflowers,

trying to convince myself that I've got a chance.

I swear its like I'm learning to walk and talk all over again

I feel like a child but soon, the times gone by and all I've got to show is

a thousand petals in my hands.

Why do I lose my composure when I see a pretty little thing walking by?

The worst part is she doesn't see that I'm picking on sunflowers,

trying to convince myself that I've got a chance.

I swear its like I'm learning to walk and talk all over again

I feel like a child but soon, the times gone by and all I've got to show is

a thousand petals in my hands.