Butterflies In My Chest – Second Language

Butterflies In My Chest

Once danger would attract me
Now it’s better left alone
There’s no real way to atone
There’s no downside in a vacuum
Once the challenge held the aces
Now I’d rather just lay down

When the cards are stacked against me
Let the gamblers take this town
What’s the odds that the fire in my belly
Turns to queasiness and dread

All the butterflies in my chest
Will likely end up dead
There’s no stirring left in my loins
Just a burning in the head

In those days I craved the contact
Now I’d rather sit and wait
I’m not sure I miss desire
It always fizzled in the end

Once all I wanted was a love
Now I’d rather look down from up above

All the butterflies in my chest
Will likely end up dead
Now I’d rather look down from up above instead

Studio improvisation July 7, 2022.

Jessie Jacobson: Vocal, Guitar
Jarrett Lesko: Bass
Brian Bielski: Drums