Heartbeat in my stomach,
Maybe I should go running.
I need to relieve this feeling.
The feeling that you give me.
I can't tell if it's love or anxiety.
I hate the thoughts I'm receiving.
You don't hate me.
But you don't love me either.
I understand now.

I go to turn off my phone - leave me alone;
I see your text - and I know what's coming next
You come over, call me your lover; we get under the covers

Why is it that I'm feeling so smothered?
Didn't we once love eachother?
I suppose it must've been lust
The tears that I've shed
May turn me to rust.