I Box Up All The Butterflies
The Boy Least Likely ToVersion1
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
I find it difficult to
Relax in the summertime
With all the flowers in bloom
I creep across the countryside
With my net and my bait
And a pocket full of veil and twine
I break the promises I made
As I box up all the butterflies
I ruin everything
As I sit in a field of grass
In the spring, listening
To the beat of its little heart
To its wings, struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wings
And I bottle it up
I box it up
And bury it in my heart
Just as I know my friends
I also know my enemies
Are the birds and the bees
And my own little insecurities
I creep around in the dark
And I tear up all the dandelions
And I break my own heart
As I box up all the butterflies
Tirelessly following
Its tiny butterfly tracks
Across the field, in the spring
With a plastic carrier bag
Full of fish, hooks and string
I lay a little matchbox trap
And I put pins through its wings
And I bottle it up
I box it up
And bury it in my heart
I folded up its furry wings
And opened up its little heart
It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart
I ruin everything
As I sit in a field of grass
In the spring, listening
To the beat of its little heart
To its wings, struggling
For air under an upturned glass
And I put a pin through its wings
And I bottle it up
I box it up
And bury it in my heart
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Readable chord sheet for I Box Up All The Butterflies by The Boy Least Likely To
[E] [Amaj7] [D] [A] [E] [E]I find it difficult to [D]Relax [A]in the [E]summertime [E]With all the flowers in bloom I [D]creep ac[A]ross the [E]countryside [E]With my net and my bait And a [D]pocket [A]full of [E]veil and twine [E]I break the promises I made As I [D]box up [A]all the [E]butterflies I r[C#m]uin everything As I [F#m]sit in a field of grass In the [C#m]spring, listening To the [F#m]beat of its little heart To its [C#m]wings, struggling For [F#m]air under an upturned glass And I put a [C#m]pin through its wings And I [F#m]bottle it [F#m]up I [F#m]box it [F#m]up And [F#m]bury it [F#m]in my [E]heart [E] [Amaj7] [D] [A] [E] [E]Just as I know my friends I [D]also [A]know my [E]enemies [E]Are the birds and the bees And my [D]own little [A]insec[E]urities [E]I creep around in the dark And I [D]tear up [A]all the [E]dandelions [E]And I break my own heart As I [D]box up [A]all the [E]butterflies Tireless[C#m]ly following Its [F#m]tiny butterfly tracks Across the [C#m]field, in the spring With a [F#m]plastic carrier bag Full of [C#m]fish, hooks and string I [F#m]lay a little matchbox trap And I put [C#m]pins through its wings And I [F#m]bottle it [F#m]up I [F#m]box it [F#m]up And [F#m]bury it [F#m]in my [E]heart [E] [Amaj7] [D] [A] [E] [E] [A] [E] [E] [A] [A] [E] [E] I [A]folded up its furry [Amaj7]wings And [A]opened up its little [Amaj7]heart It [A]might sound stupid but [F#m]something a[F#m]bout it [D]made me wanna [A]pull it [E]apart [E] [Amaj7] [D] [A] [E] [E] [E] [E] I r[C#m]uin everything As I [F#m]sit in a field of grass In the [C#m]spring, listening To the [F#m]beat of its little heart To its [C#m]wings, struggling For [F#m]air under an upturned glass And I put a [C#m]pin through its wings And I [F#m]bottle it [F#m]up I [F#m]box it [F#m]up And [F#m]bury it [F#m]in my [E]heart [E] [Amaj7] [D] [A] [E]