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.