My stomach Is flipping, twisting in three,
My eye is twitching,
From which I can't see.
I'm bouncing off the walls,
Can't seem to escape,
This nervous state I'm in,
It's got me outta place.
I'm wired, not tired,
Don't wanna fall asleep,
When tomorrow comes,
I'll start to feel old and weak.
My stomach is talking
It's saying:
"I'm not ready for tomorrow!"
As soon as it comes,
I hope it's not filled with sorrow.
I just wanna run,
Be young wild and free,
But it's tomorrow I'm afraid of,
Since I'm not quite ready.
