(Verse 1)
Shadows lengthen on the bedroom floor
Another late night tapping at my door
You spin your stories, polished and so bright
But the filament inside me gives no light
I don't wanna break your ego, or scar your pride
Don't wanna be mean, or put a hitch in your stride...but...
(Pre-Chorus)
This polite facade, it's wearing thin
The space between us, where do I begin?
You see a kindness, a gentle hand I lend
But the truth's a current I can't transcend
(Chorus)
No phantom flutter, no dizzying high
No supernova blooming in my eye
I don't get butterflies when we talk, no
No sudden fever when you start to walk, no
I don't feel heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true
And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you
(Verse 2)
I know you may get confused when I say things
Like "honey," "sweetie," and "darlin'" on soft wings
But that's just Southern hospitality, a practiced art
It doesn't mean a claim upon my heart, not a part
Your just not my flavor of person, nothing personal, you see
Just a different rhythm playing inside of me
(Pre-Chorus)
This careful dance we do, it's almost cruel
To let you linger by this stagnant pool
You read the signals, twisted in your head
Ignoring the silence, the words unsaid
(Chorus)
No phantom flutter, no dizzying high
No supernova blooming in my eye
I don't get butterflies when we talk, no
No sudden fever when you start to walk, no
I don't feel heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true
And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you
(Bridge)
Maybe you're thinking I'm wanting more than just
Hanging out, talking, and lifting each other up when we get down
Sorry...but that's a thought you should drown
That fragile hope you clutch, it's bound to fray
This isn't leading where you think it might someday
(Chorus)
No phantom flutter, no dizzying high
No supernova blooming in my eye
You don't give me butterflies when we talk, no
No sudden fever when you start to walk, no
You don't give me heat in my cheeks when you speak, it's true
And I don't get stuck in a fog when I think of you
(Outro)
No butterflies... no heat... no fog...
Just the quiet truth, like a closing log...
JypsyEvans
