the past returns and my heart burns

butterflies
i cant remember what they felt like
always being comfortable
is where my hearts been at

but i dont want that back
hurting just to prove im worth it
when he always shoved in my face
what i knew i lack

telling me there are many other girls
hes seen
who are much more than me
more than i could ever be

and im sorry for myself
that i dont regret a thing
dying just to prove hes lying
adding dignity to my crimson wings

and this burning october
reminds me of your lover
how you told me you hated her
but found comfort after the two weeks we were over.

you were a fucking liar
might as well have
thrown my heart back in the fire
or better yet, the noose my closet

i had never gotten closer
than when i said it was over
i never wanted that
why did i ever want us back?