This Afternoon

I try to go to sleep, the world is spinning,
And I close my eyes as I put my head down,
And I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders,
And I can feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

My stomach turns and my feet seem concreted to the floor
As I attempt to make these voices drown into a subtle roar.
And goosebumps run down my arm and blood is rushing to my feet
As they lay asleep inside my tattered soles.

And I've got butterflies, and I can't wait to meet with you
This afternoon, this afternoon.
And I've got butterflies, and I can't wait to meet with you
This afternoon, this afternoon.

I try to go to sleep, the world is spinning,
And I close my eyes as I lay my head down,
And I can see your face in my mind, my memory,
And I can see your face in my mind, my memory.

My stomach turns and my heart seems concreted to you,
As I attempt to make it stop beating so damn fast.
And goosebumps run across my arms and blood is rushing to my head
As it dreams of you, asleep in my tattered soul.

And I've got butterflies, and I'm so glad I met with you
This afternoon, this afternoon
And I've got butterflies, and I'm so glad I met with you
This afternoon, this afternoon.