flutterby - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Angel hair and butter eyes

I sit like a paradigm

I can stomach cold french fries

But I can't show it to him yet

Do I read him as a threat?

I can't show it to him yet

There's a moat on all my sides

That you can't cross but always try

Only costs a pair of dimes to fake you took off all my skin

I laugh silent with a grin

There is nothing stored within

I can't seem to verbalise

So he visits late at night

Tries so hard to get me high when I wanna go to bed

But you're not finished yet

I just wanna go to bed

But you're not finished yet

I just wanna go to bed

Say he gives you butterflies

But sometimеs that's just your insides

Telling you to flutterby

Maybе something isn't right

Can I stay here for the night?

Feels like something isn't right