It Comes Back Slowly
I run till I can't feel my legs anymore
Hands in grass feet on earth and my lungs are sore
Can't remember the last time I wasn't
A stranger in my body
Counting seasons 'till I'm coming back home
New friends new bands hold my thoughts from you
But the back seat of my mind's growing black and blue
I remember the last time
I didn't care
What happened to my body
I'm a stranger in a body that is
Turning over
Newer leaves
Stuck on trees
I climb down
Who should I pretend to be
This time around
Flushed and red
Breathing in
A part of me I cut out
Years ago
It comes back slowly
TV tossing static to the air
All these signal flying everywhere
Have I grown to be an orchid?
Forget grassy fields and side-walk cracks
Couldn't grow in Eden if I tried
Maybe this is growing up
Run ahead to keep from getting swallowed up
Finding solace in your head
Finding light and taking pictures
Seeing hope that seasons find a way of
Turning over
Newer leaves
Stuck on trees
I climb down
Who should I pretend to be
This time around
Flushed and red
Breathing in
A part of me I cut out
Years ago
It comes back slowly
Hands in grass feet on earth and my lungs are sore
Can't remember the last time I wasn't
A stranger in my body
Counting seasons 'till I'm coming back home
New friends new bands hold my thoughts from you
But the back seat of my mind's growing black and blue
I remember the last time
I didn't care
What happened to my body
I'm a stranger in a body that is
Turning over
Newer leaves
Stuck on trees
I climb down
Who should I pretend to be
This time around
Flushed and red
Breathing in
A part of me I cut out
Years ago
It comes back slowly
TV tossing static to the air
All these signal flying everywhere
Have I grown to be an orchid?
Forget grassy fields and side-walk cracks
Couldn't grow in Eden if I tried
Maybe this is growing up
Run ahead to keep from getting swallowed up
Finding solace in your head
Finding light and taking pictures
Seeing hope that seasons find a way of
Turning over
Newer leaves
Stuck on trees
I climb down
Who should I pretend to be
This time around
Flushed and red
Breathing in
A part of me I cut out
Years ago
It comes back slowly
Credits
Writer(s): Lizzie Wilson
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