I know the quiet butterflies
Know my Heart and brain are in a fight
I know the obsession with another person's moves
Can't seem to get in sync with my daily life's groove
Got some poems and a letter, held some drawings in my hand
Barely even started I'm worrying about the end

I know the feeling of falling but I always fear crashing into the ground
Wrote a couple of love songs - fear it's something I know nothing about
What if I just love the feeling of being desired?
What if everything just fades the minute I grow tired?
What if my brain hyperfixates on someone for a quick dopamine rush?
What if I don't know, what it really feels like to have a crush?

Your face looks like a painting, with lips I want to kiss
I'm afraid of intimacy so I just let the moment slip
I  can tell you like me so I prepare to run away
I'm too fucking messy - I know it's not okay
Contemplated making you a bouquet of paper roses and sunflowers today
But I'm a fucking coward even on Valentines Day

I know the feeling of falling but I always fear crashing into the ground
Wrote a couple of love songs - fear it's something I know nothing about
What if I just love the feeling of being desired?
What if everything just fades the minute I grow tired?
What if my brain hyperfixates on someone for a quick dopamine rush?
What if I don't know, what it really feels like to have a crush?

Stupid Cupid tell me am I in love with just a vision I built up in my head?
Because in the end it's not my own heart I'm most afraid to break.
She's so fucking perfect I think it actually hurts
In the end I think I'm not deserving of her worth

I know the feeling of falling but I always fear crashing into the ground
Wrote a couple of love songs - fear it's something I know nothing about
What if I just love the feeling of being desired?
What if everything just fades the minute I grow tired?
What if my brain hyperfixates on someone for a quick dopamine rush?
What if I don't know, what it really feels like to have a crush?

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Why are feelings so fucking messy?