you came apart on me last sunday morning
choked and indicted by the [bad word] and its always tough when theres never enough
of the good [bad word] and there was never enough for you
there was never enough for you

butterfly
where you gone
i cant see you anymore
my eyes are taken still too high
came down naked on you
butterfly
where you gone
i cant feel you any more
i cant feel you any more

got excited when i thought that we would last
twisted inside out til we were drowning
from the first attack we could never go back so we just keep [bad word] but i was never enough for you
was there ever enough for you

butterfly
where you gone
i cant see you anymore
my eyes are taken still too high
came down naked on you
butterfly
where you gone
i cant feel you anymore
i cant feel you anymore

and if you think youre dying
well you know i felt the same
cause we were only hoping
whys it always feel like feel like
it feels like rain