Sycamore

My body's starting to decay
My mouth is dry
I'm trying to fight the urge to fall sleep
I don't wanna die
Soil begins to pull me down
Submerged from head to toe
I can feel my b-b-body's spread
I'm trying to lift my head
But I'm taking root and starting to grow

I'm a beautiful sycamore
Oh, I don't have to care about anything anymore

You'll try to find me and I understand
You know this city like the back of your hand
But deep roots are holding me down
We said one day we'd run away
But it's been twenty seven years and I don't recall your name
Oh God I can't remember your name