He gives me butterflies in my tummy
I can feel their soft, powdery wings rub up against my stomach lining
They're constructing butterfly houses to live short lives in
They're creating businesses and shops to sell the things they create out of nothing
They're artificially growing food for their families
They're taking dips in my stomach acid like it's a community pool
They're making themselves at home
They don't leave
Because as long as I'm thinking about him
They're here
And I never can seem to get him out of my head
