Vulnerable

Butterflies
Are never
A good sign

Yet i have one
Tattooed
On the inside
Of my arm

(mmh-mmh)

When i feel them
Flying ‘round
In my stomach

That’s when
I know
That i’m gonna
End up
With a
Broken heart

(shit!)

Yeah
You got me
Flustered
And my cheeks
All red

And suddenly
All that’s in
My head is
Air

It’s not
Fair

That you get to
Steal my
Breath
And all my
Courage

When i see
You
All my better
Judgement
Disappears

But that’s probably
Exactly
What you wanted
To hear
Oh