Butterflies - Jessica Wolff

A pencil on the floor, beneath the dust

I watch it every evening, collecting rust

Did you ever read a word, that I sent to you?

Guess I’m not enough, but I’m still here, I’m here

Long and wasted night

Perchin' like a butterfly

Long and wasted night

Mercy on the soul, that’s what I’m told

A messed up trouble mind, begins to unfold

Waiting is a gamble, so hard to cope

I’m playing high stakes, but no hope, no hope

Long and wasted night

Perchin' like a butterfly

Long and wasted night

Long and wasted night

Perchin' like a butterfly

Long and wasted night

Long and wasted night

Perchin' like a butterfly

Long and wasted night

Turns to dawn again