i will follow younnto the butterfly roomnnneedles fastened in your skinnnalways pushing medicinennbranch through all your veinsnnjust to ease the painnnthat crawls through your tired bonesnnand keeps you far away from homennnnand all these chains you've gotnnall the days you've foughtnnthe chains won't fall offnnbut soon the days will stopnni remember back innnlast october when nnthey said to fear the endnnbecause you will float out from the butterfly roomnnnnnnwhen it's an obscure amountnni always seem to move back downnnthe thought of never knowingnnalways seems to freak me outnnand if you wonder how it feelsnnwhen nothing else you see is realnnthen close your eyes and just sit stillnnand let the ceiling sink and spillnnnnand did you ever thinknnthat your ink would stainnnall the clean white sheetsnnin which we choose to laynnside by side for daysnnuntil all of our space is replacednnbut don't you worry nownnbecause we will follow you from the butterfly roomnnnnand if you think your lifes wastennthen think about the lives you changednnbecause i won't ever dream the samennno no i won't even be the samennand if the glass breaks underneathnnthe weight you carry on your feetnnthat one last grasp was out of reachnnand now its time to admit defeatnnnnand now they say that you can't speaknnand now they say that you can't seennand even though you cannot viewnneverything i plan to donnto show you how much i still carenneven if you won't be herennbecause i can find you anywherennand i hope it stays like this forever