Sick little butterfly,

I'll mend your wings,

But I'm scared I might break them,

they're delicate things

Keep an armslength,

there's a monster in me 

That I have trouble controlling occasionally,

om my love.... 





Heaven knows I made a fool of myself

A slick in the ocean for everyone else

to drink and the rest of the tears that you cry

The look on your face as you see me inside



How could you think I could be good for you?

When all I destroy is the best I can do

At the of the day it's a shame that I search

The reason I'll go is that I love you too much



I thought you were running safe enough distance away

To think you were running safe enough distance away

I thought you were running safe enough distance away

To think you were running safe enough distance away