Grounded

Like an old motel, these drywall jungles paint my heart

And they make me feel like we've done something wrong

I can almost smell your pointed questions after dark

As I pick the grass and curl up on your lawn

'Cause I'll be the one you call when you're still in love with anyone

I'll be ready if you let me see the smoking gun

You're driving on the outside, four to go

You'll never get it back 'cause the days have too far flown

But you had to go

And get your pretty little souped-up nine-to-five

"You said you'll never grow.