it's nights like these
when all i can think about
is hanging out
over the river
where no one knows my name
and it's all the same, all the same
tie a knot, start the game,
and save the rest for another day
when hot water can't cleanse my mind
and metal scrubs have lost their shine
on the wings of this butterfly
who drifts so low to the ground
and refuses to make a sound
even when she's taken down
by vicious winds that tear her around
and tear me apart
at the seams, at the seams
and i'm lost in my dreams
where i scream and i scream
but nothing comes out
no matter how loud i shout
i can't get away
so i cry and i pray
and i know that they'll say
"it's just a phase, just a phase
and it'll change, it'll change"
but that half-snapped tree branch
is begging me to take a swing.