You know the old saying
About butterflies in your stomach
Supposed to just be a figure of speech, right?
I don’t think those butterflies are in my imagination
I think they’re real,
I know they’re real
How do I know?
Well… if they were fake I’d be able to eat wouldn’t I?
Well I can’t
Not when I’m thinking of you
And it’s not as if you can imagine your stomach is full
I don’t think imaginary butterflies can make my stomach feel so full
And just the thought of you make the feelings overflow
So that I feel sick
But a sort of good kind of sick
An okay kind of sick
Maybe just a… in love kind of sick?
Anyway those butterflies are real
They’re not my imagination
Because if they’re fake, then so are my thoughts
And how I feel when I think of you
And if this is true, than you’re fake
You’re not real
You’re just a figment of my imagination
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