Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

I find it difficult to

Relax in the summertime

With all the flowers in bloom

I creep across the countryside

With my net and my bait

And a pocket full of veil and twine

I break the promises I made

As I box up all the butterflies

I ruin everything

As I sit in a field of grass

In the spring, listening

To the beat of its little heart

To its wings, struggling

For air under an upturned glass

And I put a pin through its wings

And I bottle it up

I box it up

And bury it in my heart

Just as I know my friends

I also know my enemies

Are the birds and the bees

And my own little insecurities

I creep around in the dark

And I tear up all the dandelions

And I break my own heart

As I box up all the butterflies

Tirelessly following

Its tiny butterfly tracks

Across the field, in the spring

With a plastic carrier bag

Full of fish, hooks and string

I lay a little matchbox trap

And I put pins through its wings

And I bottle it up

I box it up

And bury it in my heart

I folded up its furry wings

And opened up its little heart

It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart

I ruin everything

As I sit in a field of grass

In the spring, listening

To the beat of its little heart

To its wings, struggling

For air under an upturned glass

And I put a pin through its wings

And I bottle it up

I box it up

And bury it in my heart