"this bouquet" by Ani DiFranco

 got a garden of songs where i grow all my thoughts
 wish i could harvest one or two for some small talk
 seems like i'm starving for words whenever you're around
 nothing on my tongue so much in my ground
 nothing on my tongue so much in my ground
 
 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
 
 see the little song bird unable to make a sound
 even though she follows her words from town to town
 we both got gardens of songs; maybe it's okay
 that i am speechless because i picked you this bouquet
 yep, sure am speechless, but i picked you this bouquet

Ani DiFranco Lyrics brought to you by danah boyd since 1995