Strings

Plant yourself where grass doesn't grow
You still reach so deep in the soil
To be anything
Don't care if it's green
I'll fix it once my roots get deep
And crowd out everything for miles around

I've been trying to keep sane
With unraveling strings
They're too thin to climb
Too thick to cut

I've been trying to strain less
To lean into the sun
And soak up what i need
To see over the trees
I've been hollowing out homes
To climb in when I grow
Leave space for some limbs
To bloom and begin

With ear to the ground, and breathing the sound
There's nothing coming for you
There's nothing coming for you
Sink 'til you're found, shredding dirt spin around
There's nothing coming for you
There's nothing coming for you

Once you're dug into place
All your tools stowed away
You sigh and look down
Nestle roots to the ground
Trained to number your days
But all your numbers were fake
Just start clutching the ground
Just start making a sound



Credits
Writer(s): Andrew Inge
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