Butterfly Stitches - Crease

How come we never talk about anything anymore?

I hate the silence, I hate the silence.

I guess the flowers didn’t work this time, I’m sure,

You’ve got your reasons, you’ve got your reasons.

I can see in your eyes, that you know that I’m right.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

I flip a coin to find out what mood you are in.

So independent, you’re so independent.

I know you doubt the way you’re feeling in the end.

Make me believe then, make me believe then.

I can see in your eyes, that you know that I’m right.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

And I can’t believe you’ve got the audacity,

To tell me all of my ways are wrong.

You can’t expect me to leave or exist,

When we both know that you’re wrong.

So wrong.

How come we never talk about anything anymore?

I hate the silence, I hate the silence.

I can see in your eyes, that you know that I’m right.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

I can’t believe the things you say to me.

Your words cut so deep,

I need butterfly stitches.

And I can’t believe you’ve got the audacity,

To tell me all of my ways are wrong.

You can’t expect me to leave or exist,

When we both know that you’re wrong.

I need butterfly.