I get high school butterflies of a girl backstage
Making ready for practice
As everyone sings a song about Star Wars
And she,
she’s crouched on the ground
watching
He, he sung along with the crowd
Spun like a silly thing
So the theater lights glanced off his glasses with dark frames.
She could never resist dark frames
She found silly endearing
And he was encompassing
He makes her remember things that never happened
But he gave her high school butterflies years after she should have had them
She pretends to be there, and watches him carefully.
Bleed It Out 