Growing Pains کے بول

These grey streets Swelling in my bones I walked a thousand steps to be alone I'm green-faced Think I'm spinning out Choking on some pill I can’t condone Can you, will you, take me, see you Figure in this morning haze If all this has a meaning I have found it underneath the table Hanging off your every word I'm holy, I am not absurd These growing pains will not subside Until you taste what’s in my mind A tight stitch Here I talk in codes Hanging from the seam and the threads show I'm off pitch Got your dirty clothes Weighing down the lines I might compose