I’m not tryin’ to cause you pain I will not rain on parade If this is going to be the way I have got some things to say Oh, little hands that pray for me Should in turn get used to be Made to put the car in gear And drive that thing straight over here
If we took up our collection Maybe science could explain Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain And all they’re “all they need is special,” As the slowly stripped away
And I am still to blame.
Next time that I’m at your place It will not be face to face I’ll exclusively reside In dreams that screams in channel five
Caterpillar, butterfly Which of those are you tonight? Which one did you used to be When you were wasting time with me?
If we took up our collection Maybe science could explain Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain And all they’re “all they need is special,” As we slowly stripped away And I am still to blame He look, they missed a stain
“Clean it up”
If we took up our collection Maybe science could explain Why you’d let all of those fakers take their turn washing your brain If we put in all your money Someone could define Why you don’t wanna live, instead help others live a lie When his hands are on your body Does she wish they were on mine?