This Bouquet

[Verse 1]

Got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts

Wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk

I'm always starving for words when you're around

Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

[Refrain]

Nothing on my tongue so much in my ground

Ground

[Verse 2]

Half the time i got my gaze trained on your motel door

Fourth door from the end

Rest of the time my gaze lays like a stain on the carpeted floor

If it weren't for my brain i'd go over and make friends

Too bad about my brain 'cause i'd like to make friends

[Refrain]

Friends

Friends

[Bridge]

Yeah-yeah yeah

Yeah-yeah yeah

Yeah- yeah yeah

[Verse 3]

See the little song bird unable to make a sound

Even though she follows her words from town to town

We both have gardens of songs and maybe its okay

That i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet

[Refrain]

That i am speechless because i picked you this bou-

Que-hey hey

Hey hey hey