[Intro - spoken, playful] Oh no. The brain has entered theatre mode. [Playful panic ad-lib] AAAAAA! [Spoken] Okay. Butterfly hug...bitch. [Verse 1] She’s got thunder in her hoodie And a siren in her chest Doom doing jazz hands Saying, “Baby, I know best” [High whispered panic backing vocal] Worst case first! [Lead vocal] Shoes off in the kitchen Phone face down again Panic goblins in the group chat Typing, “EVERYTHING ENDS” [Pre-Chorus] So she folds herself like wings Lets the static start to twitch You’re not broken, darling Butterfly hug..... bitch [Chorus] Come back, come back The storm is not the truth Come back, come back It’s just moving through The vibe is loud But the vibe is not fact Wrap your arms around your body And bring yourself back Come back, come back Soft little stitch Butterfly hug....bitch [Verse 2] Shame came in stilettos Fear kicked down the door Cursed thoughts got spicy Started rolling on the floor But she’s been here before Yeah, she knows this trick Old lightning in the body New glitter on the wick [tiny whispered backing vocal] Not again! [Lead] Yes again. And we know what to do. [Pre-Chorus] So she folds herself like wings Lets the static start to twitch You’re not broken, darling Butterfly hug,....bitch [Chorus] Come back, come back The storm is not the truth Come back, come back It’s just moving through The vibe is loud But the vibe is not fact Wrap your arms around your body And bring yourself back Come back, come back Soft little stitch Butterfly hug, bitch [Bridge - spoken/sung, tender] This is not a moral failure. This is a body with an alarm. This is not the end of the world. This is weather. This is charge. This is old lightning looking for a place to land. So give it your hands. [Breakdown - rhythmic chant, with tiny whispered cartoonish panic whispers ad-libs interspersed] Left. Right. Left. Right. Breathe. Tap. Stay. Tonight. [Soft scratchy whispered backing voice] Still here? [Lead] Still here. Left. Right. Left. Right. Breathe. Tap. Stay. Alright. [Final Chorus] Come back, come back The storm is not the truth Come back, come back It’s just moving through The vibe is loud But the vibe is not fact Wrap your arms around your body And bring yourself back Come back, come back Soft little stitch Butterfly hug....bitch. [Outro - spoken, soft] There you are. Welcome back. [Background voice- tiny, whispered, high pitched] We survived? [Lead - smiling] We survived.
