i HATE IT when songs talk about your eyes being stars
and how spending time with you feels like a dream
and the feeling of butterflies in my stomach when i'm with you
because that's NOT IT AT ALL!

your eyes are the color of
leather and wood and soy sauce
and they're not remarkable but
i could stare into them all day anyway

my days spent with you are an utter nightmare
i can't reach for your hand without feeling like
my heart is literally going to stop beating
and the moment when you smile at me
it feels like i'm falling three-hundred feet downward
with nothing to soften the blow

i don't GET butterflies in my stomach when i'm with you
i get wasps stinging my insides!
don't you understand?
you crush me in impossible ways
but i guess i'm okay with
becoming half my size