K's Choice

I lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead
the beauty of their coloured wings
the trees, the grass, and prettier things
imagination fills the void of my existance
Daddy says
"i love you girl, it's not your fault
your mom and me don't get along."
i know he's lying, i know there's
no such thing as inexplicable
i hear, forget this world in bed
and suddenly the sun comes up
that's when my pets all come alive
they cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright
stuffed animals are always right
My favourite song, my favourite show
i wonder if they even know
if if they care, or if they
even notice i am standing there
i want my pets to come alive
and cheer me up and tell me
Everything's alright
stuffed animals are always right
Everything's alright
stuffed animals are always right
Alright...
My eyes all red, the baby's wet
and someone has to get that phone
i want my pets to come alive
and cheer me up and tell me
Alright...
I lock the door and lock my head
and dream of butterflies instead...