Read about Zhuangzi's Dream and rolled my eyes Somehow I convinced myself that I was wise So wrap me up in a cocoon of my bed sheets And leave me to wonder Leave me to wonder Is it stained blood, or is stained wine? And what would be better? Cuz I've been blind before, I'm not blind anymore And I can't go back there So I'll eat my words I'll choke them down Then puke them up And spit them out What was I trying to prove to you? A sense of my own failure Denial of the truth So I'll eat my words I'll choke them down Then puke them up And spit them out What was I trying to prove to you? A sense of my own failure Denial of the truth Had a dream that I was a butterfly Had a dream that I was a butterfly