Hey, Mr. Entertainer
This rock band's going under
When butterflies are just a bottle away
I can't trust myself, my enemy
When the lights come on
And the crowd's all gone
And the drugs don't numb
And my life's gone wrong
And it's like these songs
Could it be undone?

Would I be myself?
Am I still myself?
When I'm not myself

I hate me, that's for sure
But I hate you even more
So tell me why the fuck I can't get rid of you
I hate mе, that's for sure
But that makes me hatе you more
So tell me why the fuck I can't get rid of you
Ah

Cases on the floor from shots I missed
But I won't miss them anymore
I don't miss you anymore
Chasing you just made me feel like shit, uh
And I won't miss that anymore
I don't miss you anymore (One, two, three)

I hate me, that's for sure
But I hate you even more
So tell me why the fuck I can't get rid of you
I hate me, that's for sure
And that makes me hate you more
So tell me why the fuck I can't get rid of you

I'd throw it all away
I'll fuckin' throw it all away (Today)
I've gone too self-aware (Aware)
To even fuckin' care (Why do I still care?)

Imprisoned by remembrance
Still wish I could remember them
History remembers men
And maybe I ain't one of them

I hate me when I'm with you
And all the shit you put me through
And when I speak out loud, my words fall flat
So I wrote these thirteen songs to tell you (Fuck that)

Fuck that, I ain't goin' back
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back, wait, fuck
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back (Fuck that)
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back (Fuck that)
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back (Fuck that)
Fuck that, I ain't goin' back
(Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come on)
(Oh, now you gotta get the fuck out)

La-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la
Now it's time to get the parties
over (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
La-la, la-la-la-la-la (Yeah, it's stupid, shut the fuck up)
La-la-la-la-la (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
La-la-la-la (It's over, yeah)
Now it's time to get the parties
over (I said to get the fuck out)
La-la, la-la-la-la-la (Now it's time to go)
La-la-la-la-la (Take what you wanted from me)
La-la-la-la
Now it's time to get the parties over
La-la-la

Hey now, Mr. Ungrateful
I know it's painful
Now that the party is over
Hey now, what good's a halo
When you ain't no angel?
What good's a dreamer
When you ain't that either?
What are you waiting for?
Butterfly