I’m tired of this drive
   In this empty car
      On these empty streets
         To my empty apartment
            With its empty walls
               To go to sleep in my empty bed
                  To have my empty dreams
                     To wake up
Alone

I feel butterflies
These ones in my stomach
They are not butterflies at all

They are darkness
They are love
They are everything I keep hidden

Everything I’m too afraid to feel
Everything that could bring me to my knees
Either in pain or ecstasy

These butterflies only show up when I am with you
They are clawing at my stomach
Begging to be freed

I keep them locked inside
If I let them out, they would leave a big hole

This hole would put my insides on display
It would show you those very things I have bottled up for so long
All of those fears and failures
Hopes and dreams
It would allow you to touch the heart
      I spent so long building a wall around

Giving you my heart isn’t what scares me,
It is the pieces of it you will leave
     after you decide you don’t want it anymore