Welcome to the world
of butterfly wings...

My pretty little poems,
they echo and reflect...

What if i was never real,
just lines in big white space...

I don't know what to write here,
don't quite know what to say...

Sleeping in my refridgerator
just to stay calm and cool...

Looking out at this starless night,
realizing nothing's ever felt so un-right...

Little pile of dust,
city falling down somewhere...

Christmas in September,
welcome to the dream...

Can you taste the irony?
Feel the weight of the world on your head...

Stars twinkle in the sky,
watching the world march on...

Music softly playing,
the lights feel warm and nice...

Tonight, this night, is glowing.
Can you touch it, taste it, dear...