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 g(r)o(w) far from you 
Because you know 
that I do what you tell me to 

I guess I won't be mended with my favorite color
The fabric will fade
But I won't ever love another 

Fine, I'll g(r)o(w) far from you 
Because you know 
that I do what you tell me to 

My heart was stripped of all its bark
it came back calloused, cold and hard
You're in my veins, you fuck

Knock on my door but I won't come 
Because you can't watch me come undone
I'm insane, my love.

Fine, I'll g(r)o(w) far from you 
Because you know 
that I do what you tell me to ​

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