I'm gonna tell a secret
for all we know, a lie,
I'm sure you're gonna to keep it
cause no one else cares why.
We potted wild ivy
and left it sittin' out
the roots we hardly watered
and in spite of years of draught
it climbed upon my outer wall
and once over the sill
our ivy grew into my heart
it's growin' wild still.
And time has past us by my friend
like Ivy up a wall,
a vine of green on everything
which feeds it's will to crawl
Now don't be making promises
let's keep it on the low
We never said "forever"
and no one else will know
I'm just like wild Ivy
I wish it weren't true
my love don't need much love to feed
upon a heart that's through.
Clipping back the foliage
that's crowding out my brain
the roots embedded deeply
are really quite a pain.
The leaves obscure my sunshine
and cloud my vison too
to think our lives could pass us by
without a word from you.
Well you're not one to need a crutch
no swooning butterfly
you tend to life without my touch
or loving lullaby.
I let that wild ivy in
it's just a simple vine
low maintanance and oxygen
I thought we'd be just fine.
But truth be told
this green ain't gold
and bricks beneath are tired
the mortar's cracked from roots which hacked
and into crevice wired.
I never thought we'd live this long
without a word from you
It's time to cut the ivy back
and let the truth be true.
Mar 13, 2015
Mar 13, 2015 at 3:53 PM UTC
I'm gonna tell a secret
for all we know, a lie,
I'm sure you're gonna to keep it
cause no one else cares why.
We potted wild ivy
and left it sittin' out
the roots we hardly watered
and in spite of years of draught
it climbed upon my outer wall
and once over the sill
our ivy grew into my heart
it's growin' wild still.
And time has past us by my friend
like Ivy up a wall,
a vine of green on everything
which feeds it's will to crawl
Now don't be making promises
let's keep it on the low
We never said "forever"
and no one else will know
I'm just like wild Ivy
I wish it weren't true
my love don't need much love to feed
upon a heart that's through.
Clipping back the foliage
that's crowding out my brain
the roots embedded deeply
are really quite a pain.
The leaves obscure my sunshine
and cloud my vison too
to think our lives could pass us by
without a word from you.
Well you're not one to need a crutch
no swooning butterfly
you tend to life without my touch
or loving lullaby.
I let that wild ivy in
it's just a simple vine
low maintanance and oxygen
I thought we'd be just fine.
But truth be told
this green ain't gold
and bricks beneath are tired
the mortar's cracked from roots which hacked
and into crevice wired.
I never thought we'd live this long
without a word from you
It's time to cut the ivy back
and let the truth be true.
about one sided love and settling for thoughts and memories a substitute for an actual relationship...
