They say it will help
If you draw a butterfly on your wrist
So you'll stop cutting
Because every time you cut
You **** the butterfly

**Good thing I don't like butterfly's

She has the summertime sadness.
I just got winter time sadness.
She sat in the back of her own car.
Car I was told to drive by him.
He is the guy she sits with now,
Now is the time I want to die.
Dying could come so easily
Easy behind the wheel.
Wheels could take the wrong turn,
Turn down that icy road
Road that invites me so warm,
Warm with the smile of death.
Dead like the heart of my girl.
Girl in the back of the car.
Car whose stereo now howls
Howls Summertime Sadness.
Sadness is a state of mind,
Mind controls your body.
Body that wants her close,
Close enough that you can't touch her.
Her. She.
She will be the death of me.
My heart can't take the pain.
Pain I've never felt before
Before I sang that song with her.
Her. She. My Love.
Love will be the death of me.
I will die with, for, by love.
I will be the death of love.

I know all these people who life pulls by the hand
Life never let's them get any rest
It tells them to sit up straight
But then gives them good chairs to slouch on
It tells them to be sociable
But then puts beer down their throat
And makes them sociable only sometimes
These people get no rest
And if they slip they just get dragged along

And all these people need to dig their feet in
They need to make their life go at the right pace
Or the right direction