Roots / Habit

Oh now, what's the big deal with our ruse? A child and a god trying to negotiate truth I raise my voice, it don't make a sound Tell me tell me, what's it take to know you're around? Don't make me promises I only wanted honesty Don't patronize me I'm already gone I gave you every word Down to the roots of my lungs Daydreams of leaving, daydreams of Eden Wake up to find I'm still here Little Zaccheus reaches up for the leaves Eyes up to find only roots at his feet Don't patronize me I'm already gone I gave you every word Down to the roots of my lungs When I told you I love you It was never out of habit When I told you I love you It was never out of habit