The Boy Least Likely To - I Box Up All The Butterflies Ukulele

This is my first tab, so please bear with me.
Not 100% right, but pretty close for the most part.

Standard tuning

CHORDS USED:
E:    021100
Amaj7:076600
D:    000232
A:    002220
C#m:  446654
F#m:  044222
F#m*: 055333


--I Box Up All The Butterflies--

INTRO:
E, Amaj7, D, A, E

E
I find it difficult to
D     A      E
Relax in the summertime
E
With all the flowers in bloom
  D       A        E
I creep across the countryside
E
With my net and my bait
      D      A       E
And a pocket full of veil and twine
E
I break the promises I made
     D      A       E
As I box up all the butterflies


   C#m
I ruin everything
     F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
       C#m
In the spring, listening
       F#m
To the beat of its little heart
       C#m
To its wings, struggling
    F#m
For air under an upturned glass
            C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
      F#m*      F#m
And I bottle it up
  F#m*   F#m
I box it up
    F#m*    F#m   E
And bury it in my heart


E, Amaj7, D, A, E


E
Just as I know my friends
  D    A       E
I also know my enemies
E
Are the birds and the bees
       D          A    E
And my own little insecurities
E
I creep around in the dark
      D       A       E
And I tear up all the dandelions
E
And I break my own heart
     D      A       E
As I box up all the butterflies


        C#m
Tirelessly following
    F#m
Its tiny butterfly tracks
           C#m
Across the field, in the spring
       F#m
With a plastic carrier bag
        C#m
Full of fish, hooks and string
  F#m
I lay a little matchbox trap
          C#m
And I put pins through its wings
      F#m*      F#m
And I bottle it up
  F#m*   F#m
I box it up
    F#m*    F#m   E
And bury it in my heart


E, Amaj7, D, A, E


E, A, E, E, A, A, E, E


  A                   Amaj7
I folded up its furry wings
    A                    Amaj7
And opened up its little heart
   A                      F#m*       F#m     D             A       E
It might sound stupid but something about it made me wanna pull it apart


E, Amaj7, D, A, E, E, E, E


   C#m
I ruin everything
     F#m
As I sit in a field of grass
       C#m
In the spring, listening
       F#m
To the beat of its little heart
       C#m
To its wings, struggling
    F#m
For air under an upturned glass
            C#m
And I put a pin through its wings
      F#m*      F#m
And I bottle it up
  F#m*   F#m
I box it up
    F#m*    F#m   E
And bury it in my heart


E, Amaj7, D, A, E