Growing undisturbed, whispering softly but stumbling over words This uncertainty gives me comfort while I lay here Stuck fighting off the urge, but understanding that things could be worse And you keep telling me to watch out before I get hurt
Waiting for the sun to make a constant quench of thirst and soon enough becomes immersed, drying up and leaving dirt I would never say I'm going home to get away but there are memories that are etched into my head
(Falling flat) Trying to lead you away (Talking back) Don't listen to what they say (Hoping that) Hollowed out trees line the halls (You'd relax) Quietly obscuring the walls
Slanted toward the choice of isolation, hoping that she'll one day grab the patience Every time you walk the streets unaware, taken by the fact that I just stand there, and I don't care I said I'd meet you in the treetops, but I got caught up in the roots It seems that dirt and twigs have replaced dreams of greener leaves and fruits
Growing undisturbed, whispering softly about nothing