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?