It really blows when you think you've gotten over a traumatic event in life, but in reality you haven't gotten over it all. Its just swept under the carpet of reality. Then one day you are just boppin' along listening to some rock song. As you're listening to this song, the bullet of the memory just goes right through your heart and all you feel is hot searing pain. The kind of pain where you just buckle down and feel like your stomach and everything in it is going to jump out of your mouth. You don't know why it happened, but it did and the worst thing is, there is nothing that can be done. All you can is hope your knees don't give out and can atleast get you home.
Hey Vitamin V dealer, if you're reading this, yea it still happens. You gonna give me some medicine? Or does the embargo stand? Even if the embargo stands...heres a song for you.
"Butterfly"
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
Everytime I pin down what I think I want
It slips away - the ghost slips away
I smell you on my hand for days
I can't wash away your scent
If I'm a dog then you're a bitch
I guess you're as real as me
Maybe I can live with that
Maybe I need fantasies
A life of chasing butterfly
I'm sorry for what I did
I did what my body told me to
I didn't mean to do you harm
Everytime 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 never coming back
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
-- Weezer
Posted by Mr. Keyur at November 14, 2002 11:34 AM