She floats on air bet you she could walk on water if she tried
She's a
a summer butterfly in the amber sky
Black Sequins on her shoulders
She remembers the words of her Italian grandfather
"My pain is bad but I'd rather keep my ***** shoes."
Selling the dreams she can barely use

Evil queens hum like a warning bell
While someone down the street tries to sell, sell, sell
her grandmothers faux ruby ring on her finger as she burns sage
The kind of charm you buy when you can’t buy a younger age

She says, “Time’s a thief, but I still fly
With a winged heart, baby, and a
Texas storm in my eye

Oh, the fireflies light up her fight
Dancing like ghosts of what she once was in the heat of the night
Magic in the madness of this tragic tale, enchanting glitter in the grime
She's just trying to survive and call it divine
Aging like wilted red roses, badly bruised by love but alive
Still chasing the wind, still learning to fly
Summer butterfly

Jennas eyes in the mirror, tracing her every line
Says “We were golden once but we’re still fine”
But the ground is cracked and the skies don’t lie
The days get heavier as they go by

People smile with their pockets turned
Try to sell hope they never earned
But she
still shimmers like a half gone spell
in a world that forgets how to wish you well


She says, “Even stars fade, but I burn bright
With a winged heart, baby, and a rebel light”

Oh, the fireflies light up her fight
Dancing like ghosts of what she once was in the night
Magic in the madness of her tragic tale, enchanting glitter in the grime
She's  just trying to survive and call it divine
Aging like red wilted roses, bruised by Love but alive
Still chasing the wind, still learning to fly
Summer butterfly

Summer butterfly, don’t fade away
You were born for the fire and the break of day
With your winged heart wide, and your sister near
You’ll outshine the dusk, year after year


Summer butterfly… still learning to fly...