Grow lyrics

He closed his eyes

and was alone.

He held his hand and felt it grow.

He had become

a gyroscope,

all wound inside and no control.

And all the tiny tendrils,

how they longed for reassurance

as the little boxed-in bushes

pay the price of perseverance.

A wasted day

had come and gone.

He searched his wrist for extra time

and finding none,

to his remorse,

he pulled the plug and left for good.

He cracked a smile

(he cracked a smile)

and no one laughed

(and no one laughed).

"I'm just an inside joke," he thought.

But who was he

(but who was he)

to say his thing 

to anyone about this stupid, selfish stuff?

And all the tiny tendrils,

how they longed for reassurance

as the little boxed-in bushes

pay the price of perseverance.

He closed his eyes

and was afraid.

He held his hand and felt it grow.