Butterfly

She watches the darkness creeping up about half past eight
She sits by the weeping windowsill, says she can relate
She dreams of some day getting out of this place
She says she's never felt at home, even in her own place

And I know it won't be long
'Til you turn to a butterfly
I know you're weak and you're hanging on
Go and give it another try

She dreams of poppies and those wings that look like parachutes
She dreams of waterfalls that sweep your feet from under you
She finds her comfort inside bedtime stories and fairy tales
Anything with a happy ending, she says it could never fail

And I know it won't be long
'Til you turn to a butterfly
I know you're weak but you're hanging on
'Cause you're dreaming of an open sky

She don't want to talk about it 'cause that's all that she's done
She don't want to think about that she's not the only one
She doesn't want to be what she doesn't have to be
Doesn't have to be

She wants to be the girl who's swept off her feet in the end
She wants to live a life that's real, and not just for pretend
She dreams of laughter echoing, says it's her favorite sound
She dreams of plastic parents that will never let her down

And I know it won't be long
'Til you turn to a butterfly
I know you're weak and you're hanging on
But you're dreaming of an open sky
Go and give it just another try

And I know it won't be long
'Til you turn to a butterfly
I know you're weak but you're hanging on
'Cause you're dreaming of an open sky