Common Fires - Grow

Cold
The tile floor under my face
The spinning sight of the ceiling
I can't pretend
To call me a friend of all
Of those I've let down
Of those that I've learned are like
All of us
Just like all of us
Vices I enable
Drink you under the table
Then demand that you foot the bill
Your bedding tangled up into knots
By morning, I scold your passion
And I pretend
That I was so different
I had drawn out the lines
That I stood behind of like
All of us
Just like all of us
I act indignant
Tell you off in the kitchen
When the evidence goes my way
And we don't grow
And we don't grow
And we don't, we don't
We don't grow
And we don't, we don't
We don't grow
And we don't grow
And we don't grow

Written by:
Caleb McAlpine

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