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.