Crashin

There's this boy who every time I look at gives me that sick twisted feeling in my stomach. It makes me uneasy and nervous. They call it butterflies but to me it feels like I have way too much acid churning in there and if I don't get rid of it my chest's going to be eaten inside out by the acid and sort of, make a hole. So it's more like the feeling of flesh eating butterflies eating my insides alive. Oooh yeah, that's the Renaissance romantic in me speaking right there.