You’re holding something delicate
Butterfingers
Try not to lose your train of thought
Butterfingers
Remember why you picked her up
Butterfingers
Don’t you ever let her drop
Butterfingers
Time is what it always was
It just feels different because
You don’t have as much left
You don’t have as much
Cross your legs and hope to die
Butterfingers
Stick a needle in your eye
Butterfingers
Tell that joke you told before
Butterfingers
It doesn’t matter anymore
Butterfingers
Words & Music by Mike Power 