| Pardon me for my lack of excitement* | |
| But I’m not entirely thrilled. | |
| Stutter when I talk, | |
| Flail around as I walk, | |
| Yeah the moment’s been killed. | |
| And I’m not good at this no, not all. | |
| I’m not good at this. | |
| I’m a wreck and I know it, | |
| And I tend to show it every chance that I get. | |
| Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by. | |
| Yeah they’re making me sick. | |
| They don’t flutter about, I’d do without. | |
| All they do is kick. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| It’s my fault and I know it, | |
| And I tend to blow it, no thanks to you. | |
| Its like you sit and you watch me, | |
| You poke and you taunt me, it’s all that you do. | |
| And I’m not fighting that no, not at all. | |
| Just want to be something, a name you call. | |
| The lips you taste just to fall, madly in love. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| I got my eyes set on you, | |
| My heart is burning red. | |
| All of my words come out wrong, | |
| Run circles in my head. | |
| You had me and I melted, | |
| In the palm of your hand. | |
| You know it yes I felt it, | |
| You’ll never understand. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. |
| Pardon me for my lack of excitement | |
| But I' m not entirely thrilled. | |
| Stutter when I talk, | |
| Flail around as I walk, | |
| Yeah the moment' s been killed. | |
| And I' m not good at this no, not all. | |
| I' m not good at this. | |
| I' m a wreck and I know it, | |
| And I tend to show it every chance that I get. | |
| Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by. | |
| Yeah they' re making me sick. | |
| They don' t flutter about, I' d do without. | |
| All they do is kick. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| It' s my fault and I know it, | |
| And I tend to blow it, no thanks to you. | |
| Its like you sit and you watch me, | |
| You poke and you taunt me, it' s all that you do. | |
| And I' m not fighting that no, not at all. | |
| Just want to be something, a name you call. | |
| The lips you taste just to fall, madly in love. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| I got my eyes set on you, | |
| My heart is burning red. | |
| All of my words come out wrong, | |
| Run circles in my head. | |
| You had me and I melted, | |
| In the palm of your hand. | |
| You know it yes I felt it, | |
| You' ll never understand. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. |
| Pardon me for my lack of excitement | |
| But I' m not entirely thrilled. | |
| Stutter when I talk, | |
| Flail around as I walk, | |
| Yeah the moment' s been killed. | |
| And I' m not good at this no, not all. | |
| I' m not good at this. | |
| I' m a wreck and I know it, | |
| And I tend to show it every chance that I get. | |
| Butterflies in the skies, they just fly on by. | |
| Yeah they' re making me sick. | |
| They don' t flutter about, I' d do without. | |
| All they do is kick. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| It' s my fault and I know it, | |
| And I tend to blow it, no thanks to you. | |
| Its like you sit and you watch me, | |
| You poke and you taunt me, it' s all that you do. | |
| And I' m not fighting that no, not at all. | |
| Just want to be something, a name you call. | |
| The lips you taste just to fall, madly in love. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| I got my eyes set on you, | |
| My heart is burning red. | |
| All of my words come out wrong, | |
| Run circles in my head. | |
| You had me and I melted, | |
| In the palm of your hand. | |
| You know it yes I felt it, | |
| You' ll never understand. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. | |
| Mean it truly, | |
| Sincere heart. | |
| Why do you do this to me? | |
| Tear me apart. |