The seconds and minutes,
I can handle,
and the hours,
their a little harder,
then by the days,
my stomachs churning,

That's how each moment,
makes me feel,
when he's not around,
my life is different,

When he's not around,
my stomach is in knots,
my mind is doing flips,
wondering what he's doing,
and if he's thinking of me,

constantly looking at the clock,
counting down the minutes,
till I see him again
and am back in his arms,

Is this what love is,
what it feels like,
always thinking of the other,
counting down the minutes,
your stomach in knots,
is it love,
I believe so.