I could swear that it's been 700 degrees in here
Since you came in
I could swear that this room has been running out of air
And now it's starting to spin
You make me feel kinda bad kinda good kinda everything
Yet it doesn't feel like it should
You make me feel kinda wrong kinda right kinda anything
And I wouldn't change it if I could
I could swear that I'm fainting I think I'm losing my sight
I swear I'm hitting the floor
I could swear that my stomach just sunk a meter
I'll be dead if I take anymore
You make me feel kinda bad kinda good kinda everything
Yet it doesn't feel like it should
You make me feel kinda wrong kinda right kinda anything
And I wouldn't change it if I could
