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