
Regina Spektor, could I possibly love you more?
“I should peddle butterflies — there’s a shortage in the city
I’ll stand on the street corner, all mysterious and giddy
When the passersby pass by, I will open up my trenchcoat
They will see the butterflies dangling like fake Rolexes
Every morning I’ll wake up with a purpose and a smirk
I’ll put on my fake moustache
I’ll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes…”
This is how it works: you peer inside yourself
You take the things you like then try to love the things you took
And then you take that love you made and stick it into some
Someone else’s heart pumping someone else’s blood
And walking arm in arm, you hope it don’t get harmed
But even if it does you’ll just do it all again