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...