BUTTERFLY from RAGE - EP by Monstress

Butterfly

Have you seen that man?
Tall and handsome.
x2

When will the butterflies stop
Dancing around in my stomach
As if it’s a sanctuary
A sanctuary created by overused memories
Put on rewind and played back
Over
and over
and over
and over
Again
I can’t help myself
No matter how much they get older they have the same effect
A drug
That doesn’t cease to need more than a single flicker of a reminder
A word
A shirt
A picture
Birthday cards
The spaghetti I ate
The sighing I make
My tolerance will not develop
The shivers I get
On the back of my neck
In between my thighs
Continue to bring out the weakness he has created
That sly fool
But not a fool at all
He knew what he was doing
Oh he knew it alright
When he touched those beautiful lips to mine
He opened my mouth and let his butterflies go
Each kiss dived into my skin
With the ease of an olympic athlete
Until my body
My body
Became the sanctuary to which these beautiful butterflies
Could thrive

Have you seen that man?
Tall and handsome.
x2

I recall the moment I knew there was no turning back
It was Long before we escaped into a fortress made of white sheets and old movies
Long before I traced the freckles on your back with calloused fingers
No
It was when you caught me
Aimless
Waiting to be caught
Wide eyed
And incredibly lost
Say my name
I wanna hear it
Say my name
I want to hear what lust sounds like
Say my name
And he did
That was the moment
Right there
I knew
When I found something in myself
I could no longer
Hide or ignore.

Have you seen that man?
Tall and handsome.
x2

They keep asking us the same question
What do you want?
I don’t know
What do you want?
I don’t know
What do you want?
I don’t know
But I want it.
I want it
I want it to be like
Give me a second
I…
I want it…
I…
Ummm…
Alright, I think I got it

I want it to be like that movie love
Like that love that you read about
Like that love that you see holding hands
The love that knocks your socks off
Leaves you blinded
And then gives you sight
The love that’s needed
A big pot of lust, desire, passion, infatuation, consideration, a deep admiration, and a whole lot of fornication mixed together
A witch
Stirring the pot to drink a drink I know will give me a fever
This is the type of love
The type of love that I need
The type of love that feeds me
To help me grow
The type of love
You only hear
In her vibrato.

I want a Holiday,
Holiday lover man
Please be my
Holiday,
Holiday lover man

I need a Holiday,
Holiday lover man
Please be my
Holiday,
Holiday lover man

Od Doctor Lee please help,
‘Cause I got a fever
But it feels
So
Good.

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