You aren't the only one with walls that "stand tall painted blue." Watching you start to take them down for me makes me realize I need to do the same for you. So maybe one day you'll see all the butterflies I hold for you.
I see the tears running down the wood of my guitar, thinking of this song. Not crying over breakup, crying for reasons no one else will understand. Sometimes a girl just needs to be alone in her thoughts and Bible.