The Lepidopterist

She found me on the sidewalk off of Camden Avenue
Eyes like a hawk, she brought me home before she even really knew
My type, what I was like, what she had got herself into
So begins the recollection of my reception
Into her butterfly collection

First things first she found my brain and if that doesn't sound insane
She poked a hole, it went right through, my mind and body became two
Extra pins for my wings, no antiseptic for the sting
She strapped me down, off went my crown
Just to make sure I stuck around

She was a butterfly collector
A lepidopterist, an inspector of our kind
And I tried to fly away
Til I realized these wings were no longer mine

I watch the world outside my frame
From my shackles and my chains
And I dream of former freedom
Of that long-lost kingdom in the sky
I wonder why it is I they've left behind
But I know I'll be alright, I'll fly in my dreams tonight

She was a butterfly collector
A lepidopterist, an inspector of our kind
She was a butterfly collector
A lepidopterist, an inspector of our kind
And I tried, to fly away
She took my wings, but she will never take my mind