Growing Silver

I've been staring for days

I'm surprised I haven't aged

I'm growing silver from my brain

And my face

Call it stupid

It's so bleak

You don't listen to your own advice

She has new leaves

Flowers bloom

In the window of your parents room

Would you carry me

Red colour in your cheeks

Smiling ironically

Summer ain't coming

Summer ain't coming

Summer ain't coming

Summer ain't coming

Call it stupid

It's so bleak

You don't listen to your own advice

She has new leaves

Flowers bloom

In the window of your parents room

And I tried to engage it was not the same

Call it stupid

It's so bleak

You don't listen to your own advice

She has new leaves

Flowers bloom

In the window of your parents room