I know it;s cliche,
but when I see you,
I get this feeling.
Not butterflies in my stomach,
but anxiety,
my heart pounding,
pain, deep, deep in my stomach.
Yes, it is because I love you,
but this feeling is not for the reason your thinking.
It's fear, it's doubt.
What if you find the reason to leave?
Like every guy before you has,
What if you wake up one morning
and it's not me you want?
Would you toss me aside like a filthy rag?
Will you add my name to the list
of broken hearts you've collected?
These are the questions I wonder,
When I'm laying in your arms at night,
While the smell of wine and cheap perfume fades away.
