Grow

Dead like the growth of grass in the winter time
I'm left in the box that you put in the back of your mind
Now the gum from your shoe is stuck on a photo of me
He'll touch you under blankets but won't remember your eyes are green

Fine, I'll grow far from you
'Cause you know I do what you tell me to
And I guess I won't be mended with my favorite color
The fabric will fade, but I won't ever love another
So, fine, I'll go far from you
'Cause you know I do what you tell me
What you tell me

My heart was stripped of all its bark
It came back calloused, cold and hard
You're in my veins
And knock on my door but I won't come
'Cause you can't watch me come undone
Oh, I'm insane, my love

And fine, I'll grow far from you
'Cause you know I do what you tell me to



Credits
Writer(s): Paul Harmon
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