The Boy Least Likely To - I Box Up All the Butterflies lyrics

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 bu*terflies I ruin Everything As I sit in a field of gra** In the spring Listening To the beat of its little heart And to its wings Struggling For air under an upturned gla** 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 bu*terflies Tirelessly, Following Its tiny bu*terfly 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 gra** In the spring Listening To the beat of its little heart And to its wings Struggling For air under an upturned gla** And I put a pin through its wing And I bottle it up, I box it up, And bury it in my heart.