Butterflies on a Rifle

Wake up, dearest

The downpour has stopped

You’ve been sleeping in the backseat

for five hours straight

 

Hush

The werewolves in your nightmare

won’t be able to catch you

Not when you’re awake

 

Roll down the window

Let the cold air sneak in

 

We were frustrated and disgusted

with murky smoke and filthy mirrors

We needed to keep our sanities breathing

 

That’s why we crawled out of the city and took the long drive

That’s why we’re here, on a wooden bridge in a green valley

 

Blunders, regrets, karmas...

we left them all in our rooms

told them to stay the hell away from us

 

I know they’re still looking at us from afar

with the grand Kubrick stare

They might get closer to us in an hour or two

 

When they do, just ignore them

We’re not here to waste another second with the devil trio

 

Let’s just get out of the car and fascinate our senses

The trees and mountains are calling our names