Memories do pass and fade like lazy Sundays
There's a strange wind blowing through the trees that sickens my knees
I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape
It's absurd to know why I didn't grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself
There's a strange wind blowing through the trees that sickens my knees
I could spend my days breaking out of a jail I built
Sitting behind glass I installed in the past to escape
It's absurd to know why I didn't grow
Lucky for the ones who take and grab what they see
So different from me
The whole world is jealous of itself