Lyrics

Loving ain’t easy when puking is wrong
Butter flies eat away at your wrists

Oh angel, what you’ve become
To everyone except for yourself
Angel’s lost too much blood
You cut yourself, you feel no pain
Depression isn’t your mistake
Come and pray

Loving ain’t easy when puking is wrong
Butter flies eat away at your wrists

Oh angel, what have you done?
You cut your hair and spilled me like a whore
I dare you to tell me I’m wrong
You cut yourself to hide the pain
Depression hides inside your head
Heart’s exhausted, lay me down
On pale and epileptic lustful fields, yeah

Loving is easy when we both puke on
Butter flies eat away at our puke
And we’ve never looked this beautiful