How come we never talk about anything anymore?
I hate the silence, I hate the silence
I guess the flowers didn't work this time, I'm sure
You've got your reasons, you've got your reasons
I can see in your eyes, that you know that I'm right

I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches
I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches

I flip a coin to find out what mood you are in
So independent, you're so independent
I know you doubt the way you're feeling in the end
Make me believe then, make me believe then
I can see in your eyes, that you know that I'm right

I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches
I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches

And I can't believe you've got the audacity
To tell me all of my ways are wrong
You can't expect me to leave or exist
When we both know that you're wrong
So wrong

How come we never talk about anything anymore?
I hate the silence, I hate the silence
I can see in your eyes, that you know that I'm right

I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches
I can't believe the things you say to me
Your words cut so deep
I need butterfly stitches

And I can't believe you've got the audacity
To tell me all of my ways are wrong
You can't expect me to leave or exist
When we both know that you're wrong
I need butterfly