Well, you found the butterflies
It's funny how we're alike
Is your tummy full tonight like mine?
Wine flights of cheap champagne
And that night we stayed up late
For the sunrise that never came
Through the clouds and pouring rain
Oh, tease, I bet you're sitting in a pile
Of stolen LPs on your dirty floor
Wish you were here with me
I'm doing better now
But I've still got the disease
You're an artist with a steady wrist
And I'm just a sad scientist singing
About who I kissed last night
In your shoes, I'd walk a mile
It takes one to know once in a while I do (feel blue, too)
And the worst thing about the changing weather
Is the leaves turn and you ain't no better
And you'll never be
That's the beauty of those lovely leaves
I've still got the disease
I've still got the disease
