I thought I'd grow up and become a cloud ranger;
I wasn't ready to live a life aligned.

I couldn't become a fin grazer;
I've barely skimmed the surface of this life.

I was this synthetic stranger--
too unfamiliar with my own mind...

Life was pure when it was linear

And not some bird

-short-lived

-unbalanced

-unaware

-somewhere.

That tore off it's own wings to land itself right here.

When I couldn't see where I was going I--
believed songs. They could. --they might. tell. lies.

I didn't see where I was going I
I didn't think I could go that high
I didn't think I could fly
(What are they going to remember me by)

I didn't see what was coming I
I thought this song could save my eyes
I was wrong. Well,
Maybe I was right?

Because diamonds meant more to me than saving a life.

In the end, I didn't think I would become a butterfly;
I thought I'd become what the airplanes leave behind.