Perks of Being a Sunflower

Soft Glas

I don′t wanna, I don't wanna
I don′t wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don't wannaI don′t wanna have to see her go
I don′t wanna, I don't wanna
I don′t wanna tell her not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna
I don't wanna have to see her go

If Gordon Ramsay was to test her taste
Then he would tell me, "She′s a fine soufflé"
With corny lines like that, I'd guess you say
That writin' love songs just ain′t my forte
I hate my voice, I hate the sound it makes
I′m tryin' to evoke feelings of pain
So I just grab my keys and try to play
And hide behind this thing I call my face (yeah)

I don′t wanna, I don't wanna
I don′t wanna tell you not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna
I don't wanna have to see you go
I don't wanna, I don′t wanna
I don′t wanna tell you not to grow
But I don't wanna, I don′t wanna
I don't wanna have to see you go

You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this
You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this
You've gotta know they′re gonna clown you for this
You′ve gotta know they're gonna clown you for this

You know my pride is low, you know my way is right in this city
So I wrote a song, so I wrote a song without writin′ (it's good)
Every time I′m fallin', they think ′cause I'm humble I'm soft
So I wrote a song, so I wrote a song about nothin′