Swear you won't be found
If the things you do are things that you allow
You're gonna lead me down
To the place I don't want anyone around
Got you all dressed in pink
For some girl who doesn't quite get how you think
Walk home from the run
Cross your own finish line for when you think you're done
Already tried to wait for you to take back what you think is right
Got you all dressed in pink
For some girl who thinks she's better if she shrinks
Back door open wide
Nag Champa floats away and carries out your pride
And we're all taken by a yellow butterfly