The Body Knows

The Butterflies will fly away
Next your heart too will begin to stray
The tears he cries won't mean a thing
And the ones you shed won't even sting.

What he does is never enough
The late night talks get too rough.
You feel it in every bone
But you just don't want to be alone.

Thats how you know your through
Thats how you know its done.
When the body loses every clue
That ever made it feel like he loved you.