Butterfly Knives

I get nervous every time I talk to you
Is it just me, or do you feel that too?
Cause these aren’t butterflies hitting my stomach, no
These feel like knives and they’re cutting my chest up
Pull my heart out, and keep it safe, mmm

Cause I like feeling heartless around you, darling
Cause it allows me to not want to love anybody else, mm
And I want to build an apartment inside you, darling
Cause I don’t want to live inside my hollow shell

Cause these aren’t butterflies hitting my stomach
No, these feel like knives
Looking at you with my heart in your hands, don’t let me die
Love me, hold me, don’t let me go no matter how much I cry
To be with you, both now and forever, rest of our lives

Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Woah, woah, woah, woah