Squirtgun

Butterbean

Squirtgun


Yelling poems, and some record roars 
But I keep hearing your voice 
Hearing you blare through the noise 
I don't know if I told you 
But I don't like having a war 
I don't know if I told you 
But I don't want Mars anymore 

It's just neves and street scenes 
Garbled talk and beat queens 
Spill my heart, by butterbean's 

Disappointed I will ever be 
So I called sheep all over 
Sheep all over sheering me 
I don't know if you'll take it 
But I don't feel cold anymore 
I don't know if you'll save it 
But I don't break apart anymore 

I'm just nerves and styrene 
Polyglum if I seem 
Too wound down. O Butterbean.