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BUTTERFLIES AND LIES
[Verse 1]
No promises made, none left to break,
You were a no-show, or showing up late.
I knew what it was, or I thought that I did,
Till I touched you once and those brown eyes hit.
Something went still, something fell into place,
Like I knew that soul before I knew that face.
I should’ve known better than to call it a sign—
But recognition has a way of looking like fate sometimes.
[Pre-Chorus]
You make me need a drink,
You make me think too much.
For something we don’t call love,
It sure leaves a hell of a touch.
[Chorus]
Butterflies and lies—
Mostly the ones I told myself.
You were never mine,
So I can’t leave you for somebody else.
I had my chance, I lost my nerve,
Now she’s the one standing by your side.
Maybe it was your soul in those brown eyes—
Just not in this lifetime.
Butterflies and lies.
[Verse 2]
You walk away, then you circle back,
Never enough future, too much past.
I let you go every damn time,
You never ask to stay, and I never ask why.
It’s been years now, and you still feel the same,
But the pull gets quieter every time you say my name.
I can tell you’re moving further away—
Truth is, so am I, and maybe that’s okay.
[Pre-Chorus]
My heart ain’t broken;
It was never whole.
You didn’t take it from me—
You just touched what I don’t show.
[Chorus]
Butterflies and lies—
Mostly the ones I told myself.
You were never mine,
So I can’t leave you for somebody else.
I had my chance, I lost my nerve,
Now she’s the one standing by your side.
Maybe it was your soul in those brown eyes—
Just not in this lifetime.
Butterflies and lies.
[Verse 3]
I don’t want to learn new hands,
Don’t want to take my clothes off for a stranger again.
That doesn’t mean I’m waiting here for you—
It means some doors close slower than they’re supposed to.
We might’ve been hell, we might’ve been gold,
Ride-or-die friends growing reckless and old.
A power couple—or a beautiful wreck—
Some questions are kinder when you don’t answer them yet.
[Bridge — stripped down]
It wasn’t love.
Not the kind people claim.
No plans, no vows,
No right to your name.
Just something familiar
Neither one could explain—
You kept coming back,
And I kept doing the same.
[Build]
I only wish I’d had the nerve
To ask you once, back then:
When I looked into those brown eyes—
Did you recognize me too?
[Final Chorus]
Butterflies and lies—
They don’t hit like they did before.
You still turn something over in me,
But it doesn’t knock me to the floor.
I had my chance, I lost my nerve,
And some things don’t come back once they die.
Maybe you were the right soul in those brown eyes—
Just not in this lifetime.
[Outro]
You walk away.
You’ll probably circle back.
I’ll let you go—
I’ve gotten good at that.
No broken promises,
No grand goodbye.
Just less of the butterflies
And fewer of the lies.
Details
GeneratedSep 6, 2026
Duration5:19
LanguageEnglish
Style
Gritty blues-country rock with a dark barroom swagger and driving midtempo pulse, around 98 BPM. Raw, smoky female contr
Credits
Prompt byGoldenThunder256
ModelAria v5.5
