Weeds

v1. I'd grown accustomed to what lingered behind my eyelids
But when I peeked through my fingers, oh I was blinded
Now I'm squinting at the sun and I can't help but feel ashamed
Of the coals under my soles as I wait to set ablaze

*Chorus*
A child, my backyard green
So young, so naive
Those dandelion seeds
Grew into weeds
Grew into weeds
Grew into

v2. Embers in my lungs need oxygen
Aiming for the sun, burning out, but breathing in, waiting to lift
I'm rooted to the ground, for now, I'm on the surface
But I won't stick around, a tumbleweed in the whirlwind

*Chorus*
A child, my backyard green
So young, so naive
Those dandelion seeds
Grew into weeds
Grew into weeds
How many hands will bleed
From the uprooting?