Bacchus begone,
I will never taste a wine
As potent or as sweet as those soft, pink, dew-kissed lips.
There is no grape as round or luscious
As her dimpled, yielding globes,
And when she dances, I die
a sweet death, and beg with every breath
To have her in my mouth again,
To sip her honeyed juices,
As she writhes upon my tongue.

There is a butterfly inside me.
I am a jar.
Gossamer wings broken and singed
I magnify the sun
And burn her
Fragile, feeble flutter
All the beauty that could be
Glass is merciless
I am a jar.
There is a butterfly inside me.

Play that song,
We'll dance.

Whisper those words.

Press
undress
Yes, yes

There is and never will be no
Don't go.
But yes, always,

*Press
Undress
Yes, yes.

If this
Doesn't **** me
I'll make sure
I succeed

It seems like you found your own ways
It seems like you live a happy days
In a completely different place
while I stand here
remembering every little thing we had it together
It's so clear to me now
even you loved,
even you cared,
even you said,
even you did,
even you showed,  
but it wasn't enough,
it wasn't enough  to me