Butterflies

I used to think time was a friend

I used to think the highs would never end

I used to love the yellows, the flowers in the meadows

But it all turns to dust borne in the wind (oh, oh, oh)

It's such a pretty pill to swallow

The things that build you up

Tend to leave you hollow

I tried to catch you, had to let you go (ah, ah, oh)

You sent the message, but it's slipping through

My fingers and it lingers when it hurts like this

The butterflies I'll always miss

We used to float like the ground disappeared

We used to stare up at the sun

We ran for miles and miles, no question if we should turn around

Was it the times when we're just young?

Oh, oh, oh, it's such a bitter pill to swallow, yeah

The things that build you up

Tend to leave you hollow

I tried to catch you, had to let you go (had to let you go)

You sent the message, but it's slipping through (slipping through)

My fingers and it lingers when it hurts like this (mm-mm, mm-mm, mm)

The butterflies I'll always miss