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 go far from you
Because you know 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
My heart was stripped of all its bark
It came back calloused, cold and hard

You're in my vеins
And knock on my door but I won't come because you can't watch mе come undone
Oh, I'm insane, my love
Fine, I'll grow far from you
Because you know I do what you tell me to