The day I met you
Decay will let you learn to bend
We are better butterflies
All meek we get the end
It makes me sick
It makes me laugh when I shouldn’t,
Kill what I came
To keep alive
Your turn to spill
Your turn to spill now
That’s fate looking our way
Your sparkling spot hasn’t caught on
That’s fate stealing away
Your sparkling spot hasn’t caugh on
The day we met up
It’s hard to get up and live it down
We are smaller maybe than what we
Can’t get around
It makes me sick
It makes me laugh
When I look at you
Clap while it’s kicking us around
And what it spills