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...