The rollercoaster butterflies in my tummy staying up all night, swaying in a velvet dress seeing stars and humming in the darkness of my room
This is what true love feels like head spinning in dopey confusion. this is what true love tastes like rubbing alcohol cleansing me from the inside. this is what true love sounds like sobbing in a dark room.
Yelling that makes my head spin in a familiar confusion. Russian poison setting ablaze the dead butterflies in my tummy, giving me the illusion that they're flying. Makes me see the same stars I saw in-between my tears as I thought of you But this time caused by a temper from someone new
someone new nothing like you
He says "fuck you"
He says "fuck you" and I think of you
If only you'd
Have shown me that true love was more than sobbing in a dark room.