Loss, Strain And Butterflies
Matchbox Twenty

He got bad
Well she got mad
And he lord one more time
Well she got even

No one heard a single word
But as the clock ticked from next door
I hear her breathing

Well then I say good morning Mrs. Sumner
I would like you to meet my friend
Mr. Boney he has a house made out of butterflies yeah
Well I can't sleep sometimes
But I've been told
It's a lonely condition called growing old
Let me stumble sometime

But I'm looking for a soul to cling to yeah
So what you think about that
Yeah, this time
Well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me

Well hello, have you been alright
Did ya find a piece of something
Wrapped around the right side of your life
To make you feel better

Yeah well did you get out with your sanity
Did ya save a little something for the people and me
Did ya know with the rain in your pockets
You could change the weather

Well I'm looking for a soul to cling to
Girl what you think about that
Yeah this time
Well it all comes down
To loss and strain and butterflies
Then it comes right down to me
Yeah this time
This time
Well it all comes down yeah eah
To loss and strain and butterflies yeah
well come on down to me yeah me yeah yeah

Well is this just a total fall
The wages of our center
Have you made yourself a victim
In a game that you can't win
Well are we caving in
Does it all depend
On loss and strain and butterflies
Does it come right down to me anymore
Yeah this time baby
Does it all come down yeah
Oh loss and strain and butterflies
Yeah well come on down to me