It's 7 a.m.
I can still feel you in my bones
It's been months, years
Hundreds of thousands of days
But it's nights like this I can't help but remember
The way you touched me, it made me feel like there were butterflies hatching under my skin
Trying to escape
I used to think they were trying to fly to you
But now I know they were trying to get home
You made the trapped parts of me rise to the surface
The parts I had buried deep in the depths of my soul
In a place where nobody could ever reach them
The thorns in the maze of my heart had kept my secrets safe
Until you woke them up
But I realized that you couldn't set my butterflies free
I had to do that myself
Oh and it's been years or pain and torture and trying to win you back
You woke me up, but you could never set me free
And now, after all this time
I've finally figured out that I'm the only one who can help my butterflies get home