The thrum of my heart
Seems to run in tune
With the cracking of concrete,
Don’t break me.
Chorus:
Stop killing the butterflies
My best friend tells me
There’s a rumbling in my tummy,
But not like Pooh Bear’s, for honey—
I need to stop worrying—
God help me.
Save this paper thin heart
That seems to be caught
In a an in-between,
Are we at an in-pass?
Chorus
Stop killing the butterflies
Stop killing the butterflies
I say it in my head like a mantra.
Stop killing the butterflies
Stop killing the butterflies
I sing it in my head like a mantra.
Stop killing the butterflies
Stop killing the butterflies
I scream it in my head like a mantra.
Talk to me…
This silence has my heart
In a prison of fear and worry
Are we going to have—
My tears are questioning
Chorus
The thrum of my heart
This paper thin heart
Is asking if we’re going to have
Our happy ending?
