Do we know what's good for us?

When all we've done right is to die

I guess I loved it for a bit

But you get bored and start to cry

You're a mythical, hypocritical

Metaphorical, being in my life

A bit cynical, pessimistic fun

Yeah we're on the run

Feelings start to dry

You know I love you lots

When we're smoking pot

And it's all we got

Just a bit of time

Butterfly

Fuck your fake friends, let them make mends

Maybe they're alive

You got the good times and the bad times

And I'm you know I'm trying not to lie

Got the samе look into your eye

Saying goodbye, trying not to cry

Butterfly