Show Me Your Enemies

[Chorus]
You remind me of feelings long ago that I had buried inside
Butterflies and doves
There's at least a hundred in my stomach that fly

[Verse 1]
Sto-stomach that fly
Wondering why
Can't seem to speak to you when my tongue isn't tied
You never wanted advice
It simply doesn't apply
Promise you that I've been through a fucking hundred of times
Like are you kidding me?
I would give you anything like
Does it feel any different if I give pity a try
Show me your enemies
I'm sure that they're itching to die
And if it's too much, hide your eyes
They're way too pretty to cry
They tend to mimic the sky
Maybe the city at night
And if it's too much on your heart you can just give it to mine
But if you didn't, it's fine
I'm down to give it some time
And I'll pretend when you admit it
It just didn't apply

[Bridge]
(Show me your enemies)
(I'm sure that they're itching to die)
(And if it's too much, hide your eyes)
(They're way too pretty to cry)
And if it's too much on your heart you can just give it to mine

[Chorus]
You remind me of feelings long ago that I had buried inside
Butterflies and doves
There's at least a hundred in my stomach that fly

[Verse 2]
Baby, can you tell me what you meant when you said?
You had no intentions to be moved so do less
Is it in my head or is it just illusions?
Baby, I'm not one to dream unless they're deep and lucid
Like are you messing with me?
Constant questioning of things
Do you ever stop to think what kind of message it leaves
You're so obsessed with the breeze
Give you a second to breathe
Said its just a niche, seems more like an obsession to me
You're scared of death and disease
You said that heaven was niche
Read a book that said hell was negative seven degrees
Read it in less than a week
Guess it's impressive to see
How you treat it like a subliminal message to read

[Bridge]
(Like are you messing with me)
(Constant questioning of things)
(You're so obsessed with the breeze)
(Give you a second to breathe)
How you treat it like a subliminal message to read

[Chorus]
You remind me of feelings long ago that I had buried inside
Butterflies and doves
There's at least a hundred in my stomach that fly
You remind me of feelings long ago that I had buried inside
Butterflies and doves
There's at least a hundred in my stomach that fly