Steve Wynn Butterscotch
Never liked to beg
For what she already had
Every grain of sand
Had fallen through her hand
Never liked the game
But played it just the same
Every angry face
Forgotten and replaced
Tell me what you see
When all you see is me
Never liked to watch
Drowned in butterscotch
Turned to pantomimes
Because you didn't like your lines
Turned to frozen stares
Parachutes and flares
Melting in the sun
In front of everyone
Every angry face
Forgotten and replaced
