I don't pray to the same god anymore
I'm starting to believe in myself more
Can't commit if you're still unsure
I won't stay right here pretend I'm secure
I let go of words
You stole parts
I'm still unsure where they go but I know that they grow back slow
Lose yourself to something so small
Can't make sense of it at all
Find yourself in a familiar place
Just like that it slipped away
I'll let go of it
Just to know
That even from way down in the dirt they still grow back slow
They grow back slow
I know
Somewhere in the springtime
It's the waiting that kinda kills me
It kinda kills me
Kinda makes me feel alive
Kinda makes me feel alive
It kinda kills me
Kinda makes me feel alive
Kinda makes me
