May Day

SWINGING on the playground
my heart's all twisted
in my hands, a butterfly
on a summer afternoon at seven

let's decorate with wings
and the bug's sting
sparkling
in the green of May

I found it, my answer
from this bug-infested chaos

that's all I kept thinking about
with everyone gone, a quiet afternoon

IN my pocket
it flutters,
I'm getting scared

that's all I kept thinking about
with everyone gone, a dripping afternoon
that's all I kept thinking about
with everyone gone, a dripping afternoon
that's all I kept thinking about
slowly starting to break

I'm going back again

SWINGING on the playground
my heart's all twisted
in my hands, a butterfly
on a summer afternoon at seven