madame butterfly

your eyes are the heavenly shade of blue 

i think its trait of sympathy in them 

you look like an poem 

yeah i might make you as a character 

i remember how i fell out my wheelchair 

and into my carrier , how he pick me up 

like an coffee cup - how the sun stroke my skin 

i thought i wore living in a daydream 

when he came to wake me up , like an au pair 

how he gave me that bear and made me feel like a child 

ran around the corridor and i never felt so wild 

how you wore my hipster dude , that bartender 

at ibiza , that clean up for all the weekender 

and since i met you i got an hangover 

even i never got drunk but damn it 

you so perfect 

its impossible to not miss that time 

because you help with the recovery 

and i suddenly became 

madame butterfly