Buttercups

Why can’t I see straight ahead?
I see through walls and windows instead
Why can’t you be what I want?
I guess that isn’t all your fault
Why can’t I lay in flower beds?
I lay dead in the road instead
Why can’t you take my love home?
I guess I’m not enough
I just want to know what it feels like
Take me to the place that it’s alright
To let me ahead and watch me run
I don’t want to feel like a low life
Stab me in the chest with your knife
Fill me up again with buttercup
And I don’t want to feel like a low life
Stab me in the chest with your knife
Fill me up again with buttercups