Weave through the tall grass
Jab me. Let me know that I'm still alive
Last trip the boy will be taking
Everything from here is crazy
But I know one day I will live and wonder
She will, she'll learn to walk all over again
They will gather once again and...
Pretend. Did you think that one day it would come to this?
Sitting in a stranger's chair, staring at the whitewash-wall
Waiting for the inspiration, invitation to leave this place
Hoping there's a better space to occupy my fall from grace
... Hide. Over Hear. Same as it ever was
I've never been through this before
Tell me I'm wrong and keep me here
Am I wrong? I am Wrong...
Keep me in the tall grass
Jab me (the one still sitting in that chair)
First trip the boy is still taking
Run and hide but pretend your exploring