(people chattering indistinctly) (gentle music) - Hi, I'm Ila Rose, and this is "Milkweed."

(gentle music) ♪ I'm afraid of butterflies ♪ ♪ Since the last one flew away ♪ ♪ Came to me, soft and sweet ♪ ♪ And now I'm praying that the stains don't stay ♪ ♪ Inhibition, the sweet admission ♪ ♪ I was milkweed three feet high ♪ ♪ I gave my love, he took the bite ♪ ♪ Let's feed, now he's full on thistle ♪ ♪ I'm left starving, butterflies are fickle ♪ ♪ When their wings take flight ♪ ♪ You don't know where they land ♪ ♪ Fill the room with colors of delight ♪ ♪ And that's how they always get the upper hand ♪ ♪ Witnesses to dissonance ♪ ♪ I was milkweed three feet high ♪ ♪ I gave my love, he took the bite ♪ ♪ Let's feed, now he's full on thistle ♪ ♪ I'm left starving, butterflies are fickle ♪ (folk pop music) ♪ I am afraid of butterflies ♪ ♪ They never stay away ♪ ♪ Chrysalis form just to break ♪ ♪ Yet lovesick flutter stick ♪ ♪ I take ♪ ♪ I was milkweed ♪ ♪ I was milkweed, three feet high ♪ ♪ I gave my love, he took the bite ♪ ♪ Let's feed, now he's full on thistle ♪ ♪ I'm left starving ♪ ♪ Butterflies are fickle ♪ (folk pop music) Thank you.

So "Milkweed" is, there's a lot of influences for "Milkweed."

Honestly, I was really just fiddling around with the guitar and I found that chord progression that I really came to like.

And I thought it sounded cool, weird, and a little kind of like that unsatisfied feeling when you listen to it.

And first I had a completely different set of lyrics for it.

I didn't like it.

I thought it was corny.

It went.

Over the summer, I was actually doing some writing workshops, which was really fun.

I didn't workshop it there, but I went home with the set of chords I had already, and I just started strumming it out.

It's definitely inspired by relationships, being used in relationships, not having good experiences with guys.

And then also I wanted the main focus to not be the butterflies though, that's why it's called "Milkweed" 'cause it's really more so kind of the effect the effect of being treated that way.

♪ Butterflies are fickle ♪