Overgrown

Faces of everyone I know
Fill the spaces of the places they call home
The lights that used to shine so bright
Now hide these city streets
The roots that dried out years ago
Still run so deep

Pull me from this vicious cycle
My roots are set in this empty town
So overgrown that I can’t see myself
Why does sorrow outweigh the sound?

Erasing everything I heard
Because I know now that every single word
Was intricately bound and packaged
And placed upon a shelf
I wanted to believe so bad in someone else

Pull me from this vicious cycle
My roots are set in this empty town
So overgrown that I can’t see myself
Why does sorrow outweigh the sound?