The Boy Least Likely To:I Box Up All The Butterflies

“I Box Up All The Butterflies”
Artist:	The Boy Least Likely To
Albums:	The Law of the Playground (2009)

I find it difficult to Relax in the summertime With all the flowers in bloom I creep across the countryside With my net and my bait And a pocketful of bailer twine

I break the promises I made As I box up all the butterflies

I ruin Everything As I sit in a field of grass In the spring Listening To the beat of its little heart And to its wings Struggling For air under an upturned glass And I put a pin Through its wings

And I bottle it up I box it up And bury it in my heart

Just as I know my friends I also know my enemies Are the birds and the bees And my own little insecurities

I creep around in the dark And I tear up all the dandelions And I break my own heart As I box up all the butterflies

Tirelessly Following Its tiny butterfly tracks Across the field in the spring With a plastic carrier bag

Full of fish Hooks, and string I lay a little matchbox trap And I put pin Through its wings

And I bottle it up I box it up And bury it in my heart

I folded up its furry wings And opened up its little heart It might sound stupid But something about it made me want to pull it apart

I ruin Everything As I sit in a field of grass In the spring Listening To the beat of its little heart And to its wings Struggling For air under an upturned glass And I put a pin through its wing

And I bottle it up I box it up And bury it in my heart </lyrics>