Crack Your Glass
April 6, 2007
Butterfly crack your glass
Glass that gets you through the day
Will you please come out?
Come out and play
I run my finger
Finger tip to the edge of your wing
I like to pretend
Pretend it don’t mean a thing
It’s hard to figure out
Figure out who caught who
I keep saying I’m the one
The one who made it true
When butterflies kiss
Kiss the cheek and then leave
They leave you no chance
No chance for reprieve
I’ll sit down
Sit down and rest my head
Realizing I’m the cocoon
The cocoon that you shed