I lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead,
the beauty of their coloured wings,
the trees, the grass and pretty things.
Imagination fills the void of my existence.
Daddy says "I love you girl, it's not your fault.
Your mom and me don't get along."
I know he's lying, I know there's no such thing as Inexplicable.
I hear, forget, this world in bed
and suddenly the sun comes up.
That's when my pets all come alive.
They cheer me up and tell me
everythings alright.
Stuffed animals are always right.
My favorite song, my favorite show
I wonder if they even know
or if they care or if they even notice
I am standing there.
I want my pets to come alive
and cheer me up and tell me
everything's alright.
Stuffed animals are always right.
Alright...
My eyes all red, the baby's wet
and someone has to get that phone.
I want my pets to come alive and
cheer me up and tell me
Alright...
I lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead.
More Butterflies instead
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