You know that feeling in your stomach?
The one that feels like it's about to plummet?
I feel it once in a while,
And by that I mean all the while
Control is more about error for me,
And less about trial you see
Apprehension is always at my side
However, I want to say goodbye
It won't let me sleep,
It won't let me think,
The butterflies are far too deep
They eat away,
They flutter all day,
And I get even more far away...
