you can take back the butterflies, summer and all the colors
i’ll have others and i’ll grease and spread them like butter
essentially another in the wind of some unholy sin
the blood will thin, eventually i’ll win and i’ll wear your skin just like the neanderthals did
the beauty wasn’t in your words, it was in your eyes
but only because i was the reflection
i never had him and i fell for his game of seduction
maybe i’m not good with rejection, but he wasn’t good with affection
and his complexion was always the question
i had answers and always knew it was cancer
played in every factor and had no problem holding the lantern
but eventually the candle runs out and light as you know it, bolts
we play in holes just wanting to know
but i have standards and i’m not a dancer for a master
you should’ve let me love till the sky meets its doom
who knew i’d dust so soon, who knew you even had a broom
i’ve opened the tomb, i know blues and i know you
but i’m the flame and you know my name
i’ll see you in the game when i’ve got the gun and it’s my time for fun