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I don’t know where the right place is But if you ever found it That’s where my heart would be Pumpin’ contently Good intentions lookin’ like veins Stackin’ up like a spiral train track headin’ up and out It’s the only way they grow Up and out Like weeds They grow from anywhere I had a friend who’s car was so messy weeds were growin’ in his back seat Love is synonymous with the way weeds grow Makes me thankful for the fissures in the foundation that holds me On days where the money runs out And I can’t even keep my own head above water On days where I collapse into the fault lines I’ve made for myself There’s still love in there I know I’m not perfect But the intentions bleedin’ out from the cracks in my skin Are beggin’ for forgiveness Like it was all that I ever wanted I hate the fact that I push people away And I hate the fact that I can get so obnoxious That even my laugh sounds like thunder beggin’ ya to punch me in the face Go ahead and stop lovin’ me if you have to Just know If you ever found the right place Maybe stumbled upon it like a hole in the ground That you somehow missed My heart would be in there Good intentions Workin’ up like weeds Beggin’ you to love me
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Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
If you Ever Found that Place where the Weeds Grow
I don’t know where the right place is But if you ever found it That’s where my heart would be Pumpin’ contently Good intentions lookin’ like veins Stackin’ up like a spiral train track headin’ up and out It’s the only way they grow Up and out Like weeds They grow from anywhere I had a friend who’s car was so messy weeds were growin’ in his back seat Love is synonymous with the way weeds grow Makes me thankful for the fissures in the foundation that holds me On days where the money runs out And I can’t even keep my own head above water On days where I collapse into the fault lines I’ve made for myself There’s still love in there I know I’m not perfect But the intentions bleedin’ out from the cracks in my skin Are beggin’ for forgiveness Like it was all that I ever wanted I hate the fact that I push people away And I hate the fact that I can get so obnoxious That even my laugh sounds like thunder beggin’ ya to punch me in the face Go ahead and stop lovin’ me if you have to Just know If you ever found the right place Maybe stumbled upon it like a hole in the ground That you somehow missed My heart would be in there Good intentions Workin’ up like weeds Beggin’ you to love me
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Jul 19, 2011
Jul 19, 2011 at 12:02 AM UTC
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