Im in a strange mood tonight.
I aim for the moon and laugh
as the elastic snaps behind me,
collapsing the whole contraption
until I look like the lunatic,
tangled in the chaos of the death
of a mechanical butterfly.
Im in a strange mood tonight.
I aim for the moon and laugh
as the elastic snaps behind me,
collapsing the whole contraption
until I look like the lunatic,
tangled in the chaos of the death
of a mechanical butterfly.
© Liam Wilkinson