 
Tell me why you're always falling on the thorns of life 
and I swear to god I'll stop you're bleeding, 
if you can keep your wings from beating. 
I could hold you like a poet in a jar, 
butterflies they don't drive cars
over the mountains. 
I'm out of pennies for your fountain. 
And I have so much else I want to say, 
but you'll never listen anyway.
My days are filled with anguish, 
cause I don't speak the language of butterflies. 
Hey, don't look so surprised. 
Don't look so surprised. 
Killing time at Jenny's place, 
wasted nights and wasted days, 
I know that I could never trade them. 
She steals my lines verbatim. 
Spread your wings like jelly, butterfly. 
You're yellow bellied and so am I. 
I know how you're feeling, 
why don't you come down from the ceiling?
I have so much else I need to say,
but you'd never get it anyway. 
My days are filled with anguish, 
cause I don't speak the language of butterflies. 
Hey, well, don't look so surprised. 
Don't look so surprised. 
Tell me why you're always falling on the thorns of life 
and I swear to god I'll stop your bleeding, 
if you can keep your wings from beating.
Don't look so surprised.
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