Butterflies are beautiful.
Their painted wings attracted,
because we love them.
We love to look at them.

Spiders are hideous.
We hate their many legs.
we hate their big, creepy eyes.
So we push them.

"you deserve better"
except if you really ment it,
you would become better.
you would change yourself for me.

As I rock you to sleep,
i notice your soft baby hairs growing in.
Not long enough to be slicked back,
Not short enough to go unnoticed.
I curl it with my pointer finger,
waiting for it to bounce back.

I first heard your song,
driving through the dry mountains of Arizona.
the horn honking in your song wont stop me
Phoebe.
Your voice wont stop me from driving 1000 more miles Phoebe.
Youre my number one party anthem,
look out for me,
look out for me.
you're not the monster your the doctor,
serenade me with your song Phoebe.

push and push and push,
but i can't get your name past my lips like a slur.

Its halloween night,
he asks me,
"whats your worst fear?"
and i answer,
saying,
"i don't know ,
i'm not afraid of anything."
but i know thats not true,
because my worst fears right in front of me.

Sometimes i wish my hair wrapped around my whole head like a curtain
so i couldn't see,
so i couldn't smell,
so i couldn't hear,
so i couldn't eat.