The Definition of Weeds

Counter clockwise turn ourselves back
And like babies out with the boring
From everything

Revisiting old thoughts with new friends

A chorus of warm bugs soft brag and
Outroars of laughs
Then comes that itch reminding you that there's a future
But our noses peek from the weeds
I refuse to say we pursued this

I'm feeling down looking up
I think that I've had enough

Stop and say
There isn't any sense in it if it's got an end to it
We've been drowning in the thickness

Cause how am I supposed to enjoy this moment
If I can't convince myself of it's efficacy
But in the present we feel happy
So that that itchy grass doesn't bother anybody
We've been

Tricked into thinking that every tall piece of grass is weeds
Beautiful things but useless outside of intent
So address the person in charge of defining all things
Laugh it all off when it's you pointing right back at yourself



Credits
Writer(s): Peyton Heinig
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