Yesterday I went outside with my moma's nuse and jar.
Caught a lovely butterfly...
When I woke up today,
Looked in a on my fairy pet
She had withered all away.
No more sighing in her breast.
I'm sorry for what I did...
I did what my body told me to,
I didn't mean to do you harm.
Every time I pin down what I think I want it slips away,
The goal slips away...
Smell you on my hand for days.
I can't wash away your sent.
If I'm a dog then you are a bitch.
I guess you're as real as me, maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasy.
Life of chasing butterfly.
I'm sorry for what I did...
I did what my body told me to,
I didn't mean to do you harm.
Everytime I pin down what I think I want it slips away,
The goal slips away...
I told you I would return when the robbin leaves his nest.
But I ain't never coming back.
I'm sorry....
I'm sorry....
I'm sorry....
