I used to think time was a friend
I used to think the high would never end
I used to love the yellows
Flowers in the meadow
But it all turns dust blown in the wind
Ooooo it’s such a pretty pill to swallow
the things that build you up tend to leave you hollow
Tried to catch you
Hard to let you go
You sent the message
But it’s slipping thru
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, were we just young
Ooooo it’s such a bitter pill to swallow
the things that build you up tend to leave you hollow
Tried to catch you
Hard to let you go
You sent the message
But it’s slipping thru
My fingers, yeah it lingers when it hurts like this
The butterflies, I’ll always miss