Catching Butterflies
with a broken net.
You’d think i’m trying very hard;
really i’m just blowing in the wind,
like you, and yours.

Just give me some more,
while i’m here, while you’re here.
That’s all we’ve got,
and god knows you don’t want,
anything more from me when that’s over.

And i? well i’ll act like i do,
but, actually, that’s no worry to you
for Wolfy’s got no room for 2,
and what am i worth to you?
Nothing more than gum stuck to your glorious shoe.

I can’t make you feel better,
i can only help you help yourself,
and as far as jobs go,
well i’m one for play,
so pick yourself up.

I’m going to be here when you leave,
i’ll probably think about you,
but once again, i know better,
than to actually distract myself,
with the beauty and light you have.

When the dark comes,
i hope you stay lit, baby,
because i shine brightest at night,
and these times you may not need the light,
i’ll keep myself warm and tight,
and hope you feel alright.

This spiral’s on its way down,
and watch all you want,
but keep your distance,
as i don’t care to take you with,
and god knows i’m not goin’ anywhere.

So maybe just tonight,
under firefly light,
we can catch butterflies,
with broken nets,
and you can leave, feeling alright