Wouldn't Change A Thing - Haven

I could swear

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

and 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,

could, 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 metre

I’ll be dead, if I take any more

You make me feel

kinda bad, kinda good, kinda everything

and 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,

could, could.