I don't get butterflies

(Verse 1)

Shadows lengthen on the bedroom floor

Another late night tapping at my door

You spin your stories, polished and so bright

But the filament inside me gives no light

I don't wanna break your ego, or scar your pride

Don't wanna be mean, or put a hitch in your stride...but...

(Pre-Chorus)

This polite facade, it's wearing thin

The space between us, where do I begin?

You see a kindness, a gentle hand I lend

But the truth's a current I can't transcend

(Chorus)

No phantom flutter, no dizzying high

No supernova blooming in my eye

I don't get butterflies when we talk, no

No sudden fever when you start to walk, no

I don't feel heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true

And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you

(Verse 2)

I know you may get confused when I say things

Like "honey," "sweetie," and "darlin'" on soft wings

But that's just Southern hospitality, a practiced art

It doesn't mean a claim upon my heart, not a part

Your just not my flavor of person, nothing personal, you see

Just a different rhythm playing inside of me

(Pre-Chorus)

This careful dance we do, it's almost cruel

To let you linger by this stagnant pool

You read the signals, twisted in your head

Ignoring the silence, the words unsaid

(Chorus)

No phantom flutter, no dizzying high

No supernova blooming in my eye

I don't get butterflies when we talk, no

No sudden fever when you start to walk, no

I don't feel heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true

And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you

(Bridge)

Maybe you're thinking I'm wanting more than just

Hanging out, talking, and lifting each other up when we get down

Sorry...but that's a thought you should drown

That fragile hope you clutch, it's bound to fray

This isn't leading where you think it might someday

(Chorus)

No phantom flutter, no dizzying high

No supernova blooming in my eye

You don't give me butterflies when we talk, no

No sudden fever when you start to walk, no

You don't give me heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true

And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you

(Outro)

No butterflies... no heat... no fog...

Just the quiet truth, like a closing log...