Butterflies Anonymous

Heya, everyone it’s little Dr. I,
Help me welcome to the group the new guy.
This is Butterflies Anonymous,
Won’t you be a part of this,
Tell us all about your problem.
Hey, now, oh my name is Dragonfly, and
I don’t belong here.
I don’t have a problem,
No you’re totally wrong.
I’m just a lame rythem guitarist,
Not an addict, I’m an artist.
Which means one thing you see:
I’m only happy when I’m making shit up,
When I give a fuck, nothing compares.
Nothing can stop me,
Nothing but the weight of the air.
I do declare I am filled with despair,
Because my butterfly net is so bare.
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care
I don’t care about
Butterfly
Butterfly
Butterfly
Butterfly whereabouts
Like whiskey or wine, I can quit anytime
Because I don’t care about her.
Butterfly wings, butterflying,
down by the sea.
Butterflies are, harmless little innocent things,
Give her a ring and here the butterfly sing,
Oh, another butterfly sting.
I’ve got a butterfly bite,
butterfly wife.
Not on your life!
Butterfly words,
Cut like a butterfly knife.
It’s alright, though,
I’m more like a moth so,
I’ll sit back and bask in her light.