Your folks forgot about you But large regardless you grew Thin like a sapling rooted in yourself You've had your time with mirrors Spent with your image backwards Up in your head spinning round and round And with such green young boy dreams Sometimes silently I still call you my friend And now the roof leaking The outside becomes the in You see the seasons repeat strong and slow You see yourself in the moon And wonder if it's cartoon From what I've seen so far it's hard to say And we're so green inside our sleeves Growing, dieing, please let me become or go And you wont rest Till I am in the grave like all my friends From the smooth soles of city shoes up to my chest I am molting you from my body Don't take it too hard