Butterfly Dream
Turnover Lyrics

There is no woman
No romantic relationship can provide the fulfillment I seek

There is no drug
No high or substance can replicate the satisfaction I crave

There's no amount of money or fun
No material success or pleasurable activities can fulfill my needs

No conversation that I could have
No discussion or exchange of ideas can soothe the voice in my head

No entertainment that could distract
No diversion or amusement can divert my attention from the nagging voice in my ear

Me from the voice that's always in my ear
I am haunted by an inner voice that is never satisfied

That's always tellin' me it doesn't matter
The voice constantly reminds me that nothing really matters, leaving me feeling lost and aimless

Everywhere I go it's all I hear
I can't escape the voice no matter where I go or what I do

And it can hurt my head, but it can sound so sweet
The voice can be painful at times, but also strangely alluring

Wondering if I'm awake
Questioning the reality of my experience

Maybe I'm dreaming
Considering the possibility that this is all an illusion

Well how could I tell anyway?
Acknowledging the difficulty in distinguishing between reality and fantasy

Try and define what was here today
Attempting to make sense of my perceptions and experiences

But then I know I can't believe my eyes
Doubting the validity of my sense of sight

How can I tell you're in front of me?
Questioning the reality of the person or object before me

And not a shadow made up in my mind
Considering the possibility that what I see is a figment of my imagination

I think I need it
Believing that something external can satisfy my internal desires

I know I don't
Recognizing the falsehood of my belief

I wanna drink and
Seeking temporary comfort in alcohol

I wanna smoke
Seeking temporary comfort in smoking

I wanna kiss and take off your dress
Seeking temporary comfort in physical intimacy

If it's not one thing, then it's the next
Continually seeking new forms of temporary comfort

Think that I'm using to get through the day
Using temporary comforts to cope with the emptiness inside

That keeps me staring in the wrong direction
Choosing temporary comforts over the pursuit of true fulfillment

And if I only ever look one way
Limiting myself to a narrow view of the world

Then I can miss some things I might have liked to see
Missing out on opportunities for growth and true satisfaction

I built them up then they all fell down
My attempts to find fulfillment through external means have all ultimately failed

One at a time ‘til they laid on the floor
My external coping mechanisms have each crumbled in turn

I know they'll be eventually run down
I acknowledge that all external pleasures are temporary and fleeting

And when it's gone, I'll be looking for more
Recognizing the never-ending cycle of seeking temporary comforts

I built these walls up around myself
Creating a barrier between myself and the world in an attempt to protect myself

They're not as safe as I thought that they were
Discovering that my defenses are not as effective as I had hoped

It was the prettiest sound that I ever heard
The sound of my defenses crumbling was beautiful in its own way, as it represented the possibility of true growth and fulfillment