"Every single nightI endure the flightOf little wings of white-flamedButterflies in my brainThese..."

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Every single night

I endure the flight

Of little wings of white-flamed

Butterflies in my brain

These ideas of mine

Percolate the mind

Trickle down the spine

Swarm the belly, swelling to a blaze

That’s when the pain comes in

Like a second skeleton

Trying to fit beneath the skin

I can’t fit the feelins in

Every single night’s alright with my brain

What’d I say to her

What’d I say it to her

What does she think of me

That i’m not what I ought to be

That i’m what I try not to be

It’s got to be somebody elese’s fau...