Butterscotch - Steve Wynn

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