I had nothing to say on Christmas DayWhen you threw all your clothes in the snowWhen you burned your headKnocked over chairsI just tried to stay out of your wayBut when you fell asleepWith blood on your teethI got in my car, drove awayListen to meListen to meButterflyThere's only so much wineYou can drinkIt won't lightAnd it will never be enoughTo save you fromThe bottom of your glassWhere the state highway startsI stopped my carI got out and stared at the starsAs meteors diedAnd shot across the skyI got out and stared at the starsI thought about your scentShining highI came back for my clothesAs the sun finally roseBut you were still passed out on the floorListen to meButterflyThere's only so much wineYou can drinkIt won't lightAnd it will never be enoughTo save you fromThe bottom of your glassListen to me, butterflyThere's only so much wineYou can drink in one lifeAnd it will never be enoughTo save you from the bottom of your glass*