and every time you tried to wash me away it felt like stolen arms and keys it felt like winter the year prior i was never told that going over seas opens your eyes to new ideas, ones that did not include me slightly and i’m sorry for hanging so longly on that branch unripe bites, i took too many guess i didn’t take it lightly and here i am, i am growing, i am growing shedding my old skin when i spit out the shit that i’ve been talking i want flowers on my arms, and down my legs, wish they could hold me. sometimes i hold my toes when i am cold i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing philadelphia, don’t you haunt me