I no longer fit into a house
Where the space is all mine
It's not deeds that will save me
Growing is all I know
But growing is all I know
I sleep with the window open
Got my arms on the clothes line
I could wave at you
But growing is all I know
Growing is all I know
I read the top of the shelf
It's all books that fatten
And I have to abbreviate myself
But growing is all I know
Growing is all I know
Any palm that measures me
Is from a hand with no scar
What I am, is large in bones
For growing is all I know
Growing is all I know
I can only fit myself here, inside
But I hit my own chest
For having my air rarefied
I begin the speech
Mentioning the subject
First person is a precept
Not even here, inside, I can fit
But I hit my head on the ceiling
And fall on the bystreet
I already shut the speech
Because the tongue trips
But gigantism muffles
I invent virtues already
On the peak I don't sin
Down there I had a hunchback
I'm so obsessed with myself
That I shoot at the gigantic
Doll barred in the alley
I don't know how to invent myself anymore
It's just more of the same
Yeast in autism dough
I'm not even amazed at myself anymore
There is sea and stagnation
There is going and returning aphorism
Growing is all I know
But growing is all I know