Pardon Me (Acoustic Guitar) He Is We

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