Which track from 'butterflies' are you?

Invisible blazes, loud tidal alarm / Ordinary problems make me act like a moth / I'm just new to love that won't happen

I'll wish I'll stop knocking on my notebook's door / How can they not agree to how I suck? / My heart is tight and so tiny

A choice that will scar my life / So I'm living a thousand lives / How hot it is to be a puppet

One to truly adore every feature of yours is one to hate herself / My hands are hella cold, but it could burn your tombstone / I shoot everywhere hoping I don't miss

She told herself she has to show it to the guys that only talked to her time to time / Don't blame Rosemary for the monster she's becoming / She's a group of angels fucking with the Devil

Skin of leather, don't matter the weather, I never feel cold / Collection of nice bras [...] Like my chest doesn't have a heart / The moon [...] is our beloved muse

When you look at me for seconds, it's like a jinx / Even though I'm right here, I feel like I'm far away / My mindset is your truth

Lying to yourself and discovering the ugly truth.

Being lied to by your trusted ones about something you should've been the first one to know about.

All of the alternatives or more than two + knowing you had it coming.

Lying to others about something you wished that were true, knowing how bad you'll look if you ever need to tell the truth.

People you barely know finding themselves to be more trustworthy than the people you've known for a lifetime.

Try your best to win, not caring if you're hurting the person you're arguing with.

Cry because of the way person roasts you, and because you would never do the same.

Try to stay the calmest you can, so things won't get out of control.

Cry in rage.

Let the other person win because you don't wanna fight.

Just leave in the middle of the discussion.

Stay silent all of the time, not even paying attention to what they are saying.

Try to get physical.

Try your best to win through solid facts and being aware of the truth you know.

Those glances I'll behold until I die

Every fibra of my being yells your name

I do you flawed, you do me divine

I feel so real only when you are near

I would never say that I would crucify unholy mothers for you

One to love you is one to lose — and I loved you like a bruise

Object of luxury, main character of poetry

Acts Of Service

Physical Touch

Words Of Affirmation

Quality Time

Gifts