Planting Weeds - text
There are no more chances left for us
The sound of tired conversations
Coming from rooms where we never go
Fill the air around us
And we never knew any names
We never fitted in
Are we ready to just to fade out?
Why do we pour hearts out into nothing?
We let everyone see who we really are
And give up everything when we get nothing back
And the cycle just keeps going
Are we ready to just fade out?
Why do attach ourselves
To the one thing that makes us sick?
We plant ourselves in the autumn soil
As if we’re waiting on that first frost
That will take our fight away
That will take our lives away
We plant weeds in the frozen soil
Just to prove that something has grown
We plant ourselves in the frozen soil
Just to prove that we’ve grown
- Drained Out
- Making Maps
- The Home Stretch
- Teenage Haze
- Those Miles Meant Everyth..
- Where The Time Will Go
- Planting Weeds
- Small Steps