My shoes,
They walked a hundred miles,
So you,
You could at least just stay for a while.It’s the least you could do.You sat staring at me,
I can't take you seriously,
When you looking like that,
Wearing a face like that.Headphones,
Keep me warm on the long walk home,
But you,
Could hold my hand so I'm not alone.It’s the least you could do.You sat looking at me,
I can't take you seriously,
With your hair falling over your eyes,
Trying to hide a smile.What’s the least you could do?

You slowed the clocks when you talked,
To me, to me,
The roof of my mouth turned heavy and round,
To me, to me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.A new newspaper crown,
I wore,
I wore it out,
If you, if you knew me now,
Could you go without?I wish you were still,
Teasing me out,
I wish you were still,
Around.I'll give,
Back the words that you said,
To me, to me,
I'll dry,
Out the stream that you fed,
Through me through me.I wish you were still,
Writing me down,
I wish you were still,
Around.

I want to be a butterfly

I have the disease of Modern Living
All too desperate and lonely
Hopping around, from one vagina to another
Looking for the real thing.

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was
The kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

Saying no it’s not a problem for me
You see, it never has been
My tragedy of all times
Is that I said yes, when I wanted to say no

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

We just hoop and hoop to the next
And fuck again
Spreading all kinds of bacteria along the way
And all this in the name of love
In the name of love and I, of loneliness
Because if you fuck good enough
This time you might

never, never be lonely again

I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of

butterfly
Things would be better
Certainly better

There is a funny woman sitting across the bar from me
Twisting with her red hair and golden chain
She keeps on smiling
I don’t smile back
She stares at me perpetually


I want to be
Some kind of Butterfly
Things would be better
Things would be better
If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
Most certainly better

If I was a kind of butterfly
Things would be better
I know, I know
Most certainly better

A butterfly…