MOG

In this life like weeds you're the dirt I breathe
Are just made out of strings

Up until there's nothin' left to speak
All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
But we know in there that our minds
Hearts need us to bleed, in this life like weeds
I could have told you all that I love you

I could have told you all that I love you
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me

And we know in there that our hearts
Are just made out of strings
I wish I could have told you all
I know where you're from but where do you belong?
To be pulled, strings to be pulled
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds

All this talkin' all the time and the air fills up, up, up

In this life like weeds, eyes need us to see
And in the places you go you'll see the place where you're from
And in this life like weeds you're just a rock to me
In this life like weeds you're a rock to me
And on the day that you die you'll see the people you met
Until there's nothing left to breathe
And in the faces you see, you'll see just who you've been
And you think you feel almost everything
And in the faces you meet you'll see the place where you'll die
In this life like weeds you're the dirt I breathe
So you think you've figured out everything?
I know where you're from but where do you belong?
Eyes need us to see, hearts need us to bleed
I could have told you all that I love you
And in this life like weeds and in this life like weeds
I could have told you all that I love you
In this life like weeds, in this life like weeds
Until there's nothin' left to breathe