Dead Butterflies

(Mike will made-it)
Oh, when was I supposed to
Bow down with you? (Yeah)
What can I be faithful?
There’s nothing in this fire
(Can we, can we just loop that last piano part a little bit?)
(Eardrummers)
(Is there a lighter?)
Bow down with you
What can I be praying for?
There’s nothing in this fire

Oh, when was I supposed to (get up, get up)
Bow down with you? (Bow down now, bow)
What can I be praying for? (Praying for, praying for)
If no one in this world, like you? (Like you, like you)

We’re dead butterflies (butterflies, butterflies)
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waited for a long time
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)
We’re dеad butterflies

I’m all in, let mе know what you’re thinkin’
Catch feels, wind down while we figure this out, right now (right now, right now)
Deja que fluya pa’ no perder el control
No queda de otra vamo’ a tar en lo mismo
Estoy dispuesta a darte todo el cariño (todo el cariño)

Two-steppin’ while I move reckless
New sentence moves and news pendin’
Loose evidence and news trendin’, effortlessly truth bendin’
Who’s treacherous, searching for the feelings of a new friendship
There’s but a few endings, everyone’s a winner till you lose brethren
Old time when we use to owe time
Never take to most high, them fuck up the old skyline
Bright lights, I hope that feeling can replenish
Regretful, ‘cause if I let you left me then I’d be rush rouletting
Got a whole full clip and pow, catch me and grip it now
But memories, lift me up, but still a man’s tears dripping down
Onto these photographs of what we used to be
But overtime the puddles turns into a sea
Hoping to myself you cry a stream
I was just surfing on your grief
The hurt I can’t believe, just come to terms of who was me
But who are we? These mirrors don’t reflect perfection
Just put on your crep selection, come on two steps to heaven with me

We’re dead butterflies (butterflies, butterflies)
Laid out on a sprung floor
Waited for a long time
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)

‘Cause if it’s not me then
Who’s it gonna be, baby?
If it’s not us (not us, not us)
There’s nothing in this world for me

We’re dead butterflies
Dancing on a sprung floor now
Waited for a long time
To pick us up and fly (fly, fly)
We’re dead butterflies

When was I supposed to (get up, get up)
Bow down with you? (bow down, bow down now)
What can I be praying for? (praying for, praying for)
If no one in this world, like you? (like you, like you)

We’re dead butterflies (butterflies, butterflies)