Lyrics
Looking up I can't seem to face the facts
Branches of the tree slowly turn to black
Fat figs fall down at my feet
Just like my future sits and bleeds
You come up to me it will be alright
Growing grass under me and cry all night
Allowing myself the wasted life
Seems to be all I could ever find
Reside in a prison of my own ideas
Set the bar, cross my mind and break the seal
Can you guard the trust I put in you
Light us up, last thing I'll ever do
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