I spend too much time
Chasing after yesterdays
Gazing at stars
Building gilded cages
For precious scars
I spend too much time
Chasing after memories
Grasping at straws
Building traps for feelings
With nasty claws
And when I capture them
They scream and shout
And fight with me
Admonish and repel
They have their own story to tell
They always say
I'm catching Butterflies
But they soon turn into bees
I turn and run, run and run
But they still follow me
They sting and burn
Until I learn
They're not real
They cannot feel
They always say
I'm catching Butterflies
But they soon turn into bees
I turn and run, run and run
But they still follow me
I will learn to be
Alone with bees and memories
I'll set the free
To buzz and breed
Soon you will see
They will bring me honey