It's a good year for a murder She's praying to Jesus, she's pulling the trigger There's no tears, cause he's not here She washes her hands and she fixes the dinner, But soon they'll be coming to rush her away And no ones so sure if her crime had a reason
The reasons like seasons They constantly change, And the seasons of last year Like reasons have floated away Away with this spilled milk Away with this dirty dish water, away Seventeen years and all that he gave was a daughter
"It's me and the moon," she says "And I've got no trouble with that, but I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die" "It's me and the moon," she says
And it's over, but just started The blood stained the carpet Her heart like a crystal She's lucid and departed A life left behind, she can find in her mind gone away
Away with these nightmares Away with suburbia Shake down away You marry a role and You give up your soul til you break down
"It's me and the moon," she says "And I've got no trouble with that, But I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die" "It's me and the moon," she says
But what do you say we go for a ride? What do you say we get high? But I'm so tired of days that feel like the night
"It's me and the moon," she says "And I've got no trouble with that, And I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, but you wouldn't let me die I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly, I am a butterfly"