i will follow you   to the butterfly room   needles fastened in your skin   always pushing medicine   branch through all your veins   just to ease the pain   that crawls through your tired bones   and keeps you far away from home      and all these chains you've got   all the days you've fought   the chains won't fall off   but soon the days will stop   i remember back in   last october when    they said to fear the end   because you will float out from the butterfly room         when it's an obscure amount   i always seem to move back down   the thought of never knowing   always seems to freak me out   and if you wonder how it feels   when nothing else you see is real   then close your eyes and just sit still   and let the ceiling sink and spill      and did you ever think   that your ink would stain   all the clean white sheets   in which we choose to lay   side by side for days   until all of our space is replaced   but don't you worry now   because we will follow you from the butterfly room      and if you think your lifes waste   then think about the lives you changed   because i won't ever dream the same   no no i won't even be the same   and if the glass breaks underneath   the weight you carry on your feet   that one last grasp was out of reach   and now its time to admit defeat      and now they say that you can't speak   and now they say that you can't see   and even though you cannot view   everything i plan to do   to show you how much i still care   even if you won't be here   because i can find you anywhere   and i hope it stays like this forever