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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