I'll be standing on a street corner, all mysterious and giddy

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate...
Pu-pupate, pu pate,
Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate…
I should peddle butterflies
There's a shortage in the city
I'll stand on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
When the passers-by 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
Then i'll call my mom and dad
Tell them that i'm doing fine
Or i'll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine
Or i'll jump up on the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before i leave the house
I will fill my lips with lipstick
But peddling is a dirty sport
There's competition in the city
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy
Some are selling bags and shoes
Some are selling books and gold
I've been standing here for days
Not one butterfly's been sold
And how i'm aching to pupate...
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate
-Regina Spektor

I want to be out of winter
I want to be outside and alone
or outside and with everyone
I want to be camping in the peace gardens
I want to be sleeping on your chest under the stars
because i miss feeling that closeness with another person
I miss being able to lay with someone
with no expectations
of what they think
or what it means
or what tomorrow will bring
what so and so would think of this
what i think of this.
nothing.
i miss just feeling close.

I miss walking the streets downtown and talking to you
or to strangers
or to myself.
I want to live alone deep in the city.
I want to live in a brand new house in suburbia with seven or eight friends.
I want so much
and, I want nothing.

& i would trade it all to have you back here with me.