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Life Like Weeds

My current state of mind:


In this life like weeds you're just a rock to me
You're just a rock to me, you're just a rock to me
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the places you go, you'll see the place where you're from
I could have told you all that I love you
But in the faces you meet, you'll see the place where you'll die
I could have told you all that I love you
And on the day that you die you'll see the people you met
I could have told you all that I love you
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
I wish I could have told you I love you
In this life like weeds eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds you're the good I breed
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me
I know where you're from
But where do you belong?
In this life like weeds eyes need us to see
Hearts need us to bleed
In this life like weeds you're the good I breed
All this talking all the time of the year
Fills up until there's nothing left to breathe
And you think you feel most everything
And you know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled
Strings to be pulled
So you think you've figured out everything
But we know that our hearts are just made out of strings
To be pulled
Strings to be pulled
All this talking all the time, and the air
Fills up until there's nothing left to breathe
Up until there's nothing left to speak
Up into the better parts of space


Life Like Weeds, Modest Mouse, The Moon & Antarctica

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