Bottle It Up

You know that feeling, when you see an attractive member of whatever sex you're into, when the air is suddenly kind of tight, and you're not sure if quite enough of it is making its way into your lungs, then your hands start quivering in time with the suddenly erratic beating of your heart, but it's all okay, because whether or not anything happens between you and this person, you still get to look at him/her?

And then of course, you realize that nothing can happen with him/her because anytime you open your mouth and speak, or maybe not even speak, because words don't have to come out for you to sound stupid, the sounds that come out confirm any inkling he/she may have had that you are an idiot and therefore to be pitied and never asked out.

And then your heart starts pounding even harder because now he/she is looking back, and, oh my gosh, did he/she just do that quick-look-away-before-she/he-notices-me-looking move, and you can feel your ears heating up as they and the rest of your face turn red from embarrassment that for some reason waited until now (rather than appearing at the thought of being thought an idiot), now that he/she might see and think, God forbid, that you have a crush on him/her.

Seriously, can your face get any redder??, and you're positive everyone sees and is staring at you and wondering, what is her/his problem? she/he is redder than a tomato, because everyone else is so cliché, but it's not the time to think about that, because you have to try and bring natural color back to your face so that all those cliché people will stop staring and mind their own business, and you can get back to pretending that nothing happens when you see that member of whatever sex you're into.

Yeah, that feeling.

Sara Bareilles--Bottle It Up (Acoustic)

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