Tummy Wobbles

I’ve got a knot in my stomach.
I wonder if it’s something I ate.
I hope it’s non-toxic,
because these aren’t butterflies.

More like a million insects, eating your insides.

I stopped at a rock.

My body parts were beginning to rot.
And I don’t want to think, you’re the reason I feel
that these aren’t butterflies.
More like a million insects eating your insides.

And now you’re gone and all I have is this song.
Do not get me wrong,

I’m happy that this happened.
But I wish that there was more then this.

Just my e-mail address, written on your forearm.
And it makes it easier to know,

I’m halfway around the world.
And it makes it easier to know,

I’m just another girl.

And I know it’s easier,

it is easier,

to know you’re just another boy.