I know you, scratch the light off of your name! Send me away on your whales.
I know you……and when you plant your feet down you’ll become a stone statue.
I grow tired of your simple name so next time you get the chance your life allow for it.
(“self” into “Grow”) You’ll know now that your roots grow down ……and when you plant your feet down in the ground you’ll become a stone statue. (is that you?)
I grow tired….so just like anything time keeps perfect archives….I grow tired of your simple name.