Starstruck

It's a fundamental, basic Natural, human disposition But it's something That I'd rather never feel again It's a crippling inadequacy Saying I am only meant to be The tongue-tied Little girl inside my head It's a strange Sort of starstruck behavior But you're not a star Not a star Not a star Are you The moment I Open my mouth to say A word to you I'm through It's another lovely evening At this party with these people So I camp out in the corner Feign to find a friend And I charm my way around the room But soon as I converse with you The tongue-tied Little girl inside my head Says not a word But bats her eyes instead It's a strange Sort of starstruck behavior But you're not a star Not a star Not a star Are you The moment I Open my mouth to say A word to you I'm through Nothing's happened But it's happening A hundred times inside my head Oh, I've envisioned Every way to spit it out What a lonely conversation I am having with these pages As a tongue tied Little girl filled with doubt It's a strange Sort of starstruck behavior But you're not a star Not a star Not a star Are you The moment I Open my mouth to say A word to you I'm through