When evening comes, we call each other out of obligation
and ask each other the same old everyday life questions wecouldn't care less
Though we'll say "I love you" to each other
to comfort each other,
It'll hardly make our hearts skip a beat
as it used to
If we could only regain the butterflies
we had in our stomachs when we frist met,
We'll no longer feel fed-up (with each other)
as we do now, yea-yah!
When weekend comes,
we plan a date out of habit,
thinking we're offering service to each other
Once in a while, we see someone else
dodging each other's eyes
or try to find an excuse
to seamlessly break up
If we could only regain the butterflies
we had in our stomachs when we frist met,
We'll no longer feel fed-up (with each other)
as we do now, yea-yah!
If we could only regain the butterflies
we had in our stomachs when we frist met,
We'll no longer feel fed-up (with each other)
as we do now, yea-yah!
If we could only regain the butterflies
we had in our stomachs when we frist met,
We'll no longer feel fed-up (with each other)
as we do now, yea-yah!