dear momma
Yesterday I went outside
With my momma's mason jar
Caught a lovely Butterfly
When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't ever coming back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
yea, i sure can preach a good point, but when it comes to following my own advice... that's where I fall short.
I don't want to take this step, partly because I don't feel like I did anything wrong, and partly because deep down I know that it's not going to change a thing
With my momma's mason jar
Caught a lovely Butterfly
When I woke up today
Looked in on my fairy pet
She had withered all away
No more sighing in her breast
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Every time I pin down what I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
I told you I would return
When the robin makes his nest
But I ain't ever coming back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
yea, i sure can preach a good point, but when it comes to following my own advice... that's where I fall short.
I don't want to take this step, partly because I don't feel like I did anything wrong, and partly because deep down I know that it's not going to change a thing