I freeze like a statue when I’m with you.
Not knowing what to say,
Or what to do.
I swear it never makes sense,
Just how words seem to fail me,
When I’m with you.
I may be asking a lot, but please just stay with me.
It’s inevitable but I’m trying, can’t you see?
That when it comes to you
I’m a beautiful poet.

I’m sorry, I guess I get
Nervous a lot.
Asking myself questions like,
Will I stutter?
Or will I fall?
I just can’t help but smile,
‘Cause I’m afraid of screwing up
So afraid of losing you.
‘Cause when it comes to you
I’m a beautiful poet.