Butterfly Knives کے بول

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