Moths and Butterflies

I remember seeing shoulders grow smaller
Like a flower turning black without water,
Then we grew and we withdrew to the armour
Weighing on our backs

Sunday hit me in the chest like a health scare,
Met the pressure on my ribs with a blank stare,
All the colour washing down with the water,
Circling the drain

I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon,
But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon

I push it down because I can't change the way things are
Now I'm lying in the back of my dad's car
Death reminded me that I'm not living
Moths and butterflies

I had never felt something so cathartic
Letting go of all control I was falling
Saw the sky and it was golden and violet,
I'm wide open and I'm terrified

I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon,
But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon

I could feel the helplessness of birds in a monsoon,
But I don't feel anything, inside of this cocoon