Natalie Imbruglia

Swallow purple terror candy
Don’t forget to breathe
Sickened by the wanting
And drowning from the need
This dichromatic vision
Of one who does not care
To sipping cocktail sedatives
Two months to hide somewhere
Butterflies, Butterflies
Cut the stomach out and hand it over
Butterflies, Butterflies
My heart will be the bridge that you walk over
The wolf has caught the chicken
And now I feel unsteady
Emotions on the blink again
So kick me when you’re ready
Here lies a violet coffin
The death of my control
Along with all my skeletons
They put them in the hole