When Cocoons Become Butterflies

Too bad that love is blind

because it took out both my knees

now all my restless nights are as bright as movie screens

i spilt milk on all your dresses

now they're covered with stains

i now hide under the covers and take a different name

he is in the face of all forgivers

dust on the window sill and i shiver

it's either hide or seek you see there is nothing in between

i guess it's best that we both bleed

pick me up and throw me down

i'll fall without a blink

burn my clothes and wash me gently

like a baby in a sink

well they captured all of my family

and they took them down town

but we saved our pictures of mother mary

we hide them six feet in the ground

stars fall in pastures on sundays and after

i kissed her the moon fell

the children said that secrets tell about

angels with white eyes and the places where god hides

i'll see you in the next life

where cocoons become butterflies