but its far too late to try and tell me now.
So I'll try to suck it out.
Open mouth feels warm.
Secrets swollen so sore.
We all know, and we can't ask why
you turned into an ugly butterfly.
That shape of you
closes in and forms a shade of grey.
Hanging over, hanging me.

Open mouth feels warm.
Secrets swollen so sore.
We all know, and we can't ask why
you turned into an ugly butterfly.

Sorry you're gone.
The voices, they left me thinking.

Sorry you're gone.

Sorry.
The words that I've forgotten now.
Try to come but can't come out.

Open mouth feels warm.
Secrets swollen so sore.
We all know, and we can't ask why
you turned into an ugly butterfly.

We all know, and we can't ask why
you turned into an ugly butterfly.

We all know, and we can't approve.