Naomi Yoon - Butter Knife to the Gut Lyrics

I'll take this butter knife to the gut
And dance around finally free
'Cause what I really want, what I really want
Is to be
Molded out of butter
Firm to the eyes
And I'll be my own sculptor
Melting at the sides
Sure I'll be greasy
And slick to the touch
But when I look in the mirror I'll be fine
'Cause I can scoop out all the parts that I never wanted
I can slice all the excess off of my gut
Instead of crying on the can, soaked and looking down
I'd never have to sit there again
Once I
Take this butter knife to the gut
And dance around finally free
Cause what I really want, what I really want
Is to be
Molded out of butter
Or maybe paper mache
Doesn't have to be butter
Could be sand, could be clay
I just want to be able
To step back and say
I'm done, I'm ready for display
'Cause in this fictional prayer my perfection is minted
I'd strip off the layers that keep me protected
Cause they make me cry, sitting on the can
And I'll never have to do that again
Once I take this butter knife to the gut
Oh, and dance around, finally free
Cause all I really want, all I really want
All I really want, all I really want
All I really want, all I really want
Is to be