Wouldn't Change It

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.