Sara Bareilles - When he sees me

^AbI stick with real things Usually facts and figures When information's in its place I minimize the guessing ^Gmgame Guess what? I don't like guessing ^F#games Or when I feel things Before I know the feelings How am I supposed to operate If I'm just tossed around by ^Fmfate? Like on an unexpected date? The stranger who might ^Ebmtalk too fast Or ask me ^Abquestions about myself Before I've dec^Dbided that He can ask me ^F#questions about myself He might ^Ebmsit too close Or call the ^Abwaiter by his first name Or eat ^DbOreos But eat the ^F#cookie before the cream? But what ^Ebmscares me the most what ^Fscares me the most

Is what if ^Bbwhen he sees me, what if he doesn't like it? What if he runs the other way and I can't ^Ebhide from it? What happens then? If ^Bbwhen he knows me, he's only disappointed? What if I give myself away, to only get it ^Ebgiven back? I couldn't live with that So, ^FI'm just fine, inside my ^Gmshell-shaped mind This ^Fway I ^Ebget the best vi^Dmew ^Cm So, ^Ebmwhen he sees me, I ^Abwant him to

^GmWhile a certain suitor stands in ^F#line I've seen in movies Most made for television You cannot be too careful When it comes to sharing your l^Fmife I could end up a miserable wife He could be ^Ebmcriminal, some sort of ^Abpsychopath who escaped from an institution, somewhere where they ^Dbdon't have girls He could have ^F#masterminded some way to find me He could be ^Ebmcolorblind How un^Abtrustworthy is that He could be ^Dbless than kind Or even ^F#worse he could be very nice, have ^Ebmlovely eyes And ^F#/C#make me laugh, come ^Bout of hiding What do I ^F7do with that? Oh, God

^BbWhat if when he sees me I like him and he knows it? What if he opens up a door And I can't ^Ebclose it? What happens then? If ^Bbwhen he holds me My heart is set in motion I'm not prepared for that I'm scared of breaking ^Ebopen But still I can't help from hoping To ^Gm9find someone to ^Ebtalk to Who ^Flikes the way I ^Cmam Someone who ^Ebwhen he sees me Wants to ^Bbagain