Butterfly

I'm giving up on trying to make you happy I'm giving up on sleeping, I'll let the rain hit me I'll choke another pill to suit your mood, don't worry I want to chase your thrill, but it might be rude, I'm sorry Right now I'm three weeks in, and you're three weeks gone I'll float away in space if I can just move on My name is Cosmic Dust, my game is stupid songs, I'm trying I'll be your butterfly if you won't do me wrong, I'm dying Stay with me, you tear me to pieces when you leave