Butterflies

I spied a green light from my roommate's view,

So little light in wintertime.

I crossed the street that you crossed too,

But I still won't cross the line.

It's not as easy as it seems,

To do what you think is right.

Am I still in your dreams,

Or was it just that night?

I searched my room for a souvenir;

So little of you I posses.

Did not know how to take your remarks,

But I took them none the less.

It's not as easy as it seems.

There's nothing with you in the dark,

Am I still in your dreams or was it just a lark?

I haven't seen you in a week or two,

I've used caffeine as a crutch.

You gave me an invitation once.

What gives you butterflies don't give you much.

What gives you butterflies?