Crickets in my Chest
Crickets in my chest
In my stomach there are butterflies
Ants in my hands and my feet
Spiders crawling across my back
I hate insects
But when I look at you
I forget that I hate them
And I think that's why they come out
And play
And roam across my body
I can't control it
But, oh, do I try
I try to kill these squirming monsters
That make my nerves dance
And my heart push faster
And my skin tingle
And my head swim
I don't like the feeling
But when I look at you
I kind of do.