the butterflies in my stomach must have died,
and my heart never got the message to skip a beat.
guess something went wrong when they put it in.
a milkshake for two never sounded appealing.

my vision got painted with a lavender hue.
a finger that won't be ordained, and an empty hand.
I thought it bothered me, but maybe not so much,
and when they say I can't not fall in love: I will, and I can.