scarecrow

You swore you could never hate me now you don't even call

And I felt my bones break from the height of the fall

I hate when they ask how the songs are coming along

When I still have the stains from laying on your lawn

And I don't know you now

Maybe I never did

Maybe I'd rather you hate me than this indifference

But if anyone asks, I wouldn't change a thing I did

But I could grow to love it here if they clear out all the ghosts

If the vines that box me in don't find their way around my throat

And I could love to grow up here if I didn't jump at every shadow