Decay

When I see her eyes In my stomach are butterflies In my head are pastels And when we rebel I just ask myself Aren't we all just puppets Laying on a shelf Then the pain of bullets You know what I'm talking about When you hit my gut With the words and doubt "If we were birds I don't think we would Be as misunderstood" But then I say " My love don't you think If our love made us decay You'd move in a blink Away from me and my love for you And leave me out of the blue"