St. Meave
Why Do You Keep Giving Me Butterflies?
Why do you still give me butterflies when your six feet under the earth?
Why do you still tell me lies when you are suffocating in dirt?
Why do you haunt me even tho you’re dead?
How are you still in my head?
You may have died but my love for you did not - and I hate that.
Why do you still give me butterflies?
Do you hear me cry?
Where do you hide?
Why do you still give me butterflies?
All you gave me were a bunch of lies
As I dig up up thе dirt,
As I pull up the earth,
I wonder why I still hurt,
As I starе into your dead eyes,
I ask you,
Why do you still give me butterflies?
Why are you my demise?
After all this time you still give me butterflies.
Even tho you’re dead inside,
Even tho deep under is where you hide.