Weeds

Try to tell me what's real, it's a perpetual thrill
You're inside too, you're inside too
I want to rest my head, you didn't bake any bread
Don't hide your truth, we'll see right through, right through

Can I breathe in your air I'm a little low
I thought I'd leave before my needle broke
I could give you some fuel once my trees are grown
It might be long before those weeds are pulled

Sitting next to you, too bad my brain's been glued
You're inside too, you're inside too
Walking up the hill next to birds that've been killed
Don't hide your truth, we'll see right through, right through

Can I breathe in your air I'm a little low
I thought I'd leave before my needle broke
I could give you some fuel once my trees are grown
It might be long before those weeds are pulled



Credits
Writer(s): Calvin Horsley, Ethan Machamer, Harrison Gordon, Marty Black, Ryan Tuohy
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