My hands drip with sweat
   I swear, they do it on purpose
They want you to know
    That I am too nervous

     My words
          trip right over
  my tongue

      And in doing so
          they come out
   all wrong

      I wish that
         my mouth and
   my words

       Would be
           able to just
   get along

           I'm too nervous
   to look you in the eyes
And you tie my
    stomach into bows
    They're bows,
  and not knots
     because, simply put,
It's something
     that no one else knows

     You make me so sick,
and I can't see straight
        I'm too nervous
      to stand by your side
My words pour right out
      like a beer on tap
But I wish I could
     keep them inside