You always use to freeze the things I loved the most
I never understood it was a symptom of loss
I wonder if your father did the same to you
And the bread inside your freezer had a little more chew as well
But now I always seem to freeze the things I love the most
They'll last a little longer when they're covered in frost
The muffins on the counter always get gobbled up
And they go stale
They become stale
They go stale
They grow stale
Freeze the things you love the most
Never understood it was symptom of loss
I wonder if your father loved you as much as I know you do
As much as I know you do
And it represents the fear and pain and money you've lost
And a knowledge that you're never going back to the start
You tucked away the treats you like the keep for yourself
But they grow stale
They grow stale
They grow stale
They grow stale
Freeze the things you love the most
Never understood it was symptom of loss
I wonder if your father loved you as much as I know you do
As much as I know you
Freeze the things you love the most
Never understood it was symptom of loss
I wonder if your father loved you as much as I know you do
As much as I know you do
They grow stale
They grow stale
They grow stale
They grow stale