Picking up the pieces
A second time
Killing off all of the butterflies
Only with you, my sugar
Lets run away and hide from the truth, my lover
Biking around inside the terrordome
It's a sticky situation
I can't seem to get gone
I be standing in the fire
When you sliding down the pole
Biting on the bone
Punching on the phone... get to it!
How u been, I been wondering
How it's gon what you doing
I really want to know
Find it hard to shy, away from being a fool
I got bad company inside my dome
Biking around inside the terrordome
Too much dirty information
We just need to be alone
Jumping off the wall
Know I'm being little childish
We can't be together
But today is where my mind is
Get to it!
Picking up the pieces
A second time
Killing off all of the butterflies
Only with you, uh-uh
Lets run away and hide from the truth, uh-uh
Picking up the pieces
A second time
Killing off all of the butterflies
Only with you, uh-uh
Lets run away and hide from the truth, uh-uh
I only want to break down with you
Break down with you
A hundred more
You got a hundred problems sitting with me my love
That makes a hundred more reasons to leave my love
And you say you sticking around
Or are you running away?
Let it all go
Now drag yourself out the floor
Now just slide
And let loose like you been done it before
Let it all go
Now drag yourself out the floor
Let it go shicky shicky
You ain't done it before
Said I'm picking up the pieces
A second time
Killing off all of the butterflies
Only with you, uh-uh
Lets run away and hide from the truth, uh-uh
(You got to tell me what you need)
Picking up the pieces
A second time
(So tell me what you need)
Killing off all of the butterflies
(You got to tell me what you need)
Only with you
Lets run away and hide from the truth
I only want to break down with you