Text: Friday Night Boys (The). Off The Deep End. Stuttering.

You walk into the room and I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I,I
I wanna tell you to tell you but I just can't speak
This shouldnt be so difficult, wh-y-y-y-y-y-y
Tell me why I see you and I just cant breathe

You're like a bullet, girl, to my heart
You're like a very far shooting star
The very thing that I need
Look at how you get to me

I can never be myself
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside,
but every time I go and try
mutterin-mutter-mutter-en-ing
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing

Dont leave I know I f'd it up
thats my luck, thats just my luck-u-uck
Here I go, here I go and do it again
you're tight and I'm just so tounge tied
Why-y-y-y-y can't I get it right
The words just won't come out
They wanna take me down
But I'm still around

You're like a bullet girl to my heart
You're like a very far shooting star
The very thing that i need
Look at how you get to me

I can never be myself
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside,
but every time I go and try
mutterin-mutter-mutter-en-ing
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing

(ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah)

You're like a bullet girl to o my heart
You're like a very far shooting star
The very thing that I need
Look at how you get to me [x3]

I can never be myself
How can I when I'm stuck in hell?
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing
Wanna tell you how I feel inside,
but every time I go and try
mutterin-mutter-mutter-en-ing
Stutt-ing-stutter-in-stutter-en-ing