She's bugged my brain
When there was butterflies hanging around,
I was told not catch any.
Make it easier when they left, dig?
Well I guess the child I am won't stop touching everything.
As the wind blows the white in hair away from her face,
She can't hold eye contact and well,
I have no reason to feel trapped.
I just...
I guess...
Let me just forget why I came before I get on the train.