A Gilded Butterfly

i didn’t mean a word i said, why’d you let me win?

do you still live on balboa street?
can you still hear the sea?
remember when we promised we’d meet next autumn,
but spring came crawling on it’s knees?

you couldn’t fit inside my suitcase,
and i didn’t want to be slowed down,
sometimes i wish i could turn the clock back around.

why didn’t you talk me out if it? through thin and thick.
why’d you let me walk away? i would’ve stayed.
i convinced me, i’d leave you if i loved you -
i was lying.

you stood there, your crying was silent.
why? i didn’t mean a word i said back then, why’d you let me win?

i remember when we spoke of flying to france just to feed the birds.
do you still have that old napkin you took home from the cafe where i wrote those 3 words?
i should’ve never took that job.
now a year has passed and i still feel like i did something wrong.

have you settled down with someone since i gave you time to grow?
do you ever think about me?
was i easy to let go?
i was such a foolish soul. 

why’d you let me win?