No me gustan las mariposas.

why are you everywhere?

you waited for me in the rain, in the parking lot.
cold hands, lips blue, clothes stuck to you.
you could have phoned me for a ride, it's a mess out there.
you said, "the rain's the rain. some air would be good for you."

you can breathe, you can breathe now.
you can breathe, but the air is running out.

you get in my car where it's warm, you cannot forget.
skin new. hands true. my hands all over you.
so what's another night? the seats rolled back, you can't see through.
the rain's the rain, and some air would be good for you.

you can breathe but the air is running out.