Butterflies Instead
I lock the door and lock my head
And dream of butterflies instead
The beauty of their colored wings
The trees, the grass, and prettier things
Imagination fills the void of my existence
Daddy says
"I love you, girl, it's not your fault
Your mom and me don't get along"
I know he's lying, I know there's
No such thing as inexplicable
I forget this world instead
And suddenly the sun comes up
That's when my pets all come alive
They cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright
Stuffed animals are always right
My favorite song, my favorite show
I wonder if they even know
And if they care, or if they
Even notice I am standing there
That's when my pets all come alive
They cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright (everything's alright)
Stuffed animals are always
Everything's alright
Stuffed animals are always right
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright
My eyes all red, the baby's wet
And someone has to get that phone
I want my pets to come alive
And cheer me up and tell me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
I lock the door and lock my head
And dream of butterflies instead
And dream of butterflies instead
The beauty of their colored wings
The trees, the grass, and prettier things
Imagination fills the void of my existence
Daddy says
"I love you, girl, it's not your fault
Your mom and me don't get along"
I know he's lying, I know there's
No such thing as inexplicable
I forget this world instead
And suddenly the sun comes up
That's when my pets all come alive
They cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright
Stuffed animals are always right
My favorite song, my favorite show
I wonder if they even know
And if they care, or if they
Even notice I am standing there
That's when my pets all come alive
They cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright (everything's alright)
Stuffed animals are always
Everything's alright
Stuffed animals are always right
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright, alright
Alright
My eyes all red, the baby's wet
And someone has to get that phone
I want my pets to come alive
And cheer me up and tell me
Alright, alright, alright
Alright, alright, alright
I lock the door and lock my head
And dream of butterflies instead
Credits
Writer(s): Sarah Bettens, Gert Bettens
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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