Oh, those classic butterflies,
they've eaten something toxic today.
Radioactive butterflies,
glow in the dark,
oh so radiant, radioactive.
My head is spinning too, so
don't expect me to think;
I can only agree.

It may seem like I'm sitting here
But I'm gone, far far away.

I can't decide whether I like this,
this feeling,
I don't want to admit it.
Well, I do;
but too many times
have I lost the chance before.
I can't help but be
bitter.

My thoughts are so cliche;
do you think of me as much as I of you?

But those horrid butterflies,
radioactive,
glow in the dark,
they're making me feel like a puddle.
I don't want to be stepped on.
Leftovers of something greater.
Feeling a bit like
I'm wasting away.

I'm wasting my time
being jealous over nothing.

These butterflies
are upsetting.
Is the reason I'm so lost,
wandering and dazed,
because might I have a chance?
Can I have a chance?
I'm not used to this.
Things actually working.