We used to wake up covered in your hair
A million different streaks left around everywhere
In an apartment in Georgia
I don't think I told you that I wanted to go home that week
Staring blank At the clothes on the floor
I started to unpack, but ended up packing more than I thought
It's some progress to process
I don't think it'll be that hard
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere but where we want them to be
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere
Going home starts to feel like I'm moving backwards
I don't want to be moving at all
Found myself in the pocket of everything we talked with
I don't think that I care much anyway
Staring blank At the passenger door
Wondering how I slipped up or when I'll be slipping up more
Feels like more process than progress
I don't think it'll be that hard
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere but where we want them to be
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere but where we want them to be
I think we're growing with the weeds
Growing everywhere
We used to wake up covered in your hair
A million different streaks left around everywhere
In an apartment in Georgia
I don't think I told you that I wanted to go home that week