Butterfly Jane.

She left him on a Thursday.
He never liked them, anyway.
He watched her walk away,
she never enjoyed a chase.
Or the optimism, of young lovers, who forgive mistakes.
She stood still for a moment, and couldn't help but let the ground turn away.

Just like that, she burned the words of her love letters,
Left him scarred to find the road her life was on,
He didn't understand, he'll never understand her.
She flew away, and they called her
Butterfly Jane.

She spread her wings, and fell down,
He leaped to help but she wouldn't come around,
She told him, it was over, there was nothing left to say,
He found the words, couldn't mask his disarray.
She's breaking the rules, became cold and unmoved,
By all the pleasure-seeking,
Left the realm of joy rides, and entered a night of sleepless dreaming.

Just like that she erased the traces of her wasted time,
Left him scarred to remember a love she'd already forgotten.
She didn't understand, why he never understood her,
Reasoning for them calling her
Butterfly Jane.

He couldn't let her go,
He becomae so exposed,
Glass jar around her freedom,
To be the queen to his empty kingdom,
She changed his world forever,
(Echo)
She'll try to forget
The time her wings weren't spread
When her heart was tied down
To a boy she had found,
To a home in her head....
But she's Butterfly Jane.
Fly away oh fly away,
butterfly jane...
Say goodbye....
Butterfly Jane...