I Box Up All The Butterflies
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โฑ๏ธ 3:32 duration
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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 pocketful of bailer 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
And 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 pin
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 want to 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
And to its wings
Struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wing
And I bottle it up,
I box it up,
And bury it in my heart.
Relax in the summertime
With all the flowers in bloom
I creep across the countryside
With my net and my bait
And a pocketful of bailer 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
And 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 pin
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 want to 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
And to its wings
Struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wing
And I bottle it up,
I box it up,
And bury it in my heart.
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:09.14] I find it difficult to
[00:11.90] Relax in the summertime
[00:16.43] With all the flowers in bloom
[00:19.10] I creep across the countryside
[00:23.72] With my net and my bait
[00:26.43] And a pocketful of bailer twine
[00:30.94] I break the promises I made
[00:33.75] As I box up all the butterflies
[00:37.31] I ruin
[00:39.17] Everything
[00:41.88] As I sit in a field of grass
[00:44.56] In the spring
[00:47.39] Listening
[00:49.17] To the beat of its little heart
[00:51.85] And to its wings
[00:53.68] Struggling
[00:56.34] For air under an upturned glass
[00:59.92] And I put a pin
[01:01.72] Through its wings
[01:03.58] And I bottle it up,
[01:04.47] I box it up,
[01:07.24] And bury it in my heart
[01:13.66] Just as I know my friends
[01:16.36] I also know my enemies
[01:20.84] Are the birds and the bees
[01:24.50] And my own little insecurities
[01:28.16] I creep around in the dark
[01:35.41] And I tear up all the dandelions
[01:36.37] And I break my own heart
[01:38.13] As I box up all the butterflies
[01:41.98] Tirelessly,
[01:43.71] Following
[01:46.44] Its tiny butterfly tracks
[01:49.12] Across the field in the spring
[01:53.61] With a plastic carrier bag
[01:56.36] Full of fish,
[01:59.16] Hooks, and string
[02:00.95] I lay a little matchbox trap
[02:03.61] And I put pin
[02:05.47] Through its wings
[02:08.22] And I bottle it up,
[02:10.09] I box it up
[02:11.83] And bury it in my heart
[02:32.62] I folded up its furry wings
[02:36.37] And opened up its little heart
[02:40.00] It might sound stupid
[02:42.60] But something about it made me want to pull it apart
[02:49.01] I ruin
[02:50.82] Everything
[02:52.62] As I sit in a field of grass
[02:56.20] In the spring
[02:58.09] Listening
[03:00.76] To the beat of its little heart
[03:03.46] And to its wings
[03:05.24] Struggling
[03:08.01] For air under an upturned glass
[03:12.57] And I put a pin through its wing
[03:15.21] And I bottle it up,
[03:17.02] I box it up,
[03:18.84] And bury it in my heart.
[03:20.74]
[00:11.90] Relax in the summertime
[00:16.43] With all the flowers in bloom
[00:19.10] I creep across the countryside
[00:23.72] With my net and my bait
[00:26.43] And a pocketful of bailer twine
[00:30.94] I break the promises I made
[00:33.75] As I box up all the butterflies
[00:37.31] I ruin
[00:39.17] Everything
[00:41.88] As I sit in a field of grass
[00:44.56] In the spring
[00:47.39] Listening
[00:49.17] To the beat of its little heart
[00:51.85] And to its wings
[00:53.68] Struggling
[00:56.34] For air under an upturned glass
[00:59.92] And I put a pin
[01:01.72] Through its wings
[01:03.58] And I bottle it up,
[01:04.47] I box it up,
[01:07.24] And bury it in my heart
[01:13.66] Just as I know my friends
[01:16.36] I also know my enemies
[01:20.84] Are the birds and the bees
[01:24.50] And my own little insecurities
[01:28.16] I creep around in the dark
[01:35.41] And I tear up all the dandelions
[01:36.37] And I break my own heart
[01:38.13] As I box up all the butterflies
[01:41.98] Tirelessly,
[01:43.71] Following
[01:46.44] Its tiny butterfly tracks
[01:49.12] Across the field in the spring
[01:53.61] With a plastic carrier bag
[01:56.36] Full of fish,
[01:59.16] Hooks, and string
[02:00.95] I lay a little matchbox trap
[02:03.61] And I put pin
[02:05.47] Through its wings
[02:08.22] And I bottle it up,
[02:10.09] I box it up
[02:11.83] And bury it in my heart
[02:32.62] I folded up its furry wings
[02:36.37] And opened up its little heart
[02:40.00] It might sound stupid
[02:42.60] But something about it made me want to pull it apart
[02:49.01] I ruin
[02:50.82] Everything
[02:52.62] As I sit in a field of grass
[02:56.20] In the spring
[02:58.09] Listening
[03:00.76] To the beat of its little heart
[03:03.46] And to its wings
[03:05.24] Struggling
[03:08.01] For air under an upturned glass
[03:12.57] And I put a pin through its wing
[03:15.21] And I bottle it up,
[03:17.02] I box it up,
[03:18.84] And bury it in my heart.
[03:20.74]