paper_wings(butterfly):
I am...
paper_wings(butterfly):
blurred self-image
paper_wings(butterfly):
picnic
paper_wings(butterfly):
moments of beauty (aka the whore in me)
paper_wings(butterfly):
fairy hair
paper_wings(butterfly):
she only existed in the morning
paper_wings(butterfly):
tracing fingers over where she slept
paper_wings(butterfly):
leaning
paper_wings(butterfly):
nothing but eyes
paper_wings(butterfly):
trace my doubts
paper_wings(butterfly):
daring
paper_wings(butterfly):
not too late yet
paper_wings(butterfly):
less than/more than this
paper_wings(butterfly):
a girl
paper_wings(butterfly):
almost flying
paper_wings(butterfly):
changed in the night
paper_wings(butterfly):
made some mistakes
paper_wings(butterfly):
so dark
paper_wings(butterfly):
a little more vodka
paper_wings(butterfly):
it all just breaks
paper_wings(butterfly):
divided
paper_wings(butterfly):
the beginning of fragility
paper_wings(butterfly):
revealing
paper_wings(butterfly):
unruly
paper_wings(butterfly):
why are jeans so interesting?
paper_wings(butterfly):
harsh
paper_wings(butterfly):
tell me again...
paper_wings(butterfly):
only an impression
paper_wings(butterfly):
I am..
paper_wings(butterfly):
mellow(ing)
