Laundry, tossed on the floor
And there's garbage filling up your car
Flipping couch cushions, and your shit
Cause who are you if you can't find it?
This is something you call yours
You with your nice skin and your tattoos
I loved you when you hated you
You with new clothes and your new hoes and your open tab
And your sold out show
What did you pay for the life you've got
How much you got left, who you spend it on?
Open the jar is the butterfly gone, gone, gone, gone, gone?
If is will you find it for me
Never caught a butterfly once it got free
I can still hear that version of me
Are you there? Are you?
Five cities in a couple years
Starting over, instead of staying here
Are you searching or running away?
Are you grateful that your bills are paid?
You can sleep in the bed you made, but you're wide awake
What did you pay for the life you've got
How much you got left, who you spend it on?
Open the jar is the butterfly gone, gone, gone, gone, gone?
If is will you find it for me
Never caught a butterfly once it got free
I can still hear that version of me
Are you there, are you gone?
Are you searching?
Are you searching?
Are you searching?
Are you gone?
Are you searching?
Are you searching?
Are you gone?
Are you searching?
Are you gone?
Are you gone?
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