Yesterday I went outside with my Mama'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.
There it goes, 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; maybe I can live with that,
Maybe I need fantasy, life of chasin' 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.
There it goes, slips away.

I told you I would return, when the robin makes his nest,
But I ain't never comin' back.

I'm sorry. [x3]