First you′re on top of the world
And then that world just ended
You think you're driving down the highway
But then you′re in the trenches
Butterflies are kinda nice I guess
But my tummy hurts, I'm getting sick of it
Been bruised over, over again
So, you know what?
Screw feelings, I don't want ′em anymore
One second I′m on fire then I'm bored
When I try them on, I end up insecure
Screw feelings, screw feelings
Scared of the day it hits me
A baseball bat to my heart, ha-ha
Butterflies are kinda nice I guess
But my tummy hurts, I′m getting sick of it
Been bruised over, over again
So, you know what?
Screw feelings, I don't want ′em anymore
One second I'm on fire then I′m bored
When I try them on, I end up insecure
Screw feelings, screw feelings
Screw feelings, I don't want 'em anymore
One second I′m on fire then I′m bored
I just took 'em off and throw ′em on the floor
Screw feelings, screw feelings, screw feelings, yeah
Screw feelings, screw feelings, yeah
You know what?
Screw feelings, screw feelings, screw feelings, yeah
You know what?
Screw feelings, screw feelings, screw feelings, yeah
You know what?
Screw feelings, yeah, screw feelings, screw feelings, yeah
You know what?
Writer(s): Jamie Lou Stenzel, Elvira Anderfjaerd, Tove Pirkko Alma Burman
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