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Like a Weed (2015)

 

there once was a weed

by the side of the road

that I loved more

than my own soul

I craned my neck

on the headrest

to get closer to it

when we drove past

if I could have turned back

I would have

 

I said it once

and I’ll say it again

I got quite enough thoughts

to get on with in this head

without you adding

more of your own

‘cause I can grow

the smallest of seeds

into trees

that keep their roots

when you try to chop them down

I stole this tune

from the dark side of town

 

I ended up on

the wrong side of the tracks

with a paperback novel

and one last match

so I lit it up

like a cigarette

and I laughed as it vanished

from end  to end

if I could have given up then

then I would have

 

‘cause I saw that the story

I wove of the world

was in some foreign language

that only me and the birds

could understand

I thought hard about leaving

but I’m like a weed:

 

I keep my roots

when you try to chop me down

I stole this tune

from the dark side of town

 

there once was a tree

by the side of the road

that I grew from the seeds

of your all too solid soul

but I grew up on

the dark side of the moon

I had to be water

to live through the truth

 

now I am a river

that runs through the town

in a concrete canal

where the shade I made

for you never reaches

the flow ‘til the dam

I thought hard about freezing

but what good would it do

if I still keep my molecules

when the thaw comes around

I stole this tune

from the dark side of town