Yesterday I went outside,
With my mother'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.
Her ghost slips away.

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.
Baby, I can't live with that.
Baby, I need fantasy.
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.
Every time I pin down,
What I think I want it slips away.
Her 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...