Informal Butterflies Lyrics



Lyrics to Informal Butterflies
It's all in my head
I know it isn't real but I can't help it
Bullet in my temple will fix all my problems, cure my illness
You are all so perfect
I wish I was like you but I'm worthless
Follow me I'll take you under
Cripple you of joy and slumber
Wake me up I'm dead
End me and the nightmares over