Butterflies

Summer air and «nice to meet ya’s»
Like high school kids under the bleachers
Late nights learning what you like
21 questions til 5AM
Neon touch it feels like heaven
Calling you my new obsession
8 months of losing my mind
Guess those were different times
Then she said…
All of the butterflies I had
Are dead now
That colorful feeling that I get
Is gone now
Used to be so so in love
Now I’m not so much
All of the butterflies I had
Are dead now
Felt you slipping in November
Flowers wilting on your dresser
«Think I’ll sleep at my place this time»
Turned into every night
Then she said…
All of the butterflies I had
Are dead now
That colorful feeling that I get
Is gone now
Used to be so so in love
Now I’m not so much
All of the butterflies I had
Are dead now