Samuel

Grass has grown green over the spot that I lay 
A place for you and your lover to stand and to stay
You are home 

I have grown quiet like things that I bought 
that catch all the dust from the fan in your room 
You are home 

You're all that I can't find.
Samuel, don't grow old.

Don't touch my skin
you'll read me like Braille 
(I'm) the lit cigarette that you tried and you failed 
To stomp out 

And I will receive morse code from the rain 
I think something's telling me no one will stay
In my home 

Samuel, don't grow old.

You're all that I can't find.
  I'm asking 
Where were you 
I'm asking 
Where were you 

Samuel, don't grow old.​

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