Well I went outside
And my yard was a swamp
Someone came by in the night
Turned it into a dump
Well I tried to walk
Sank down to my knees
Guess I should have known
It was no place for me
I build all the roads
I plug all the cracks
But still it'll grow
It keeps coming back
I trip on the roots
I fall in the grime
Mud in my boots
Quicksand and lime
I'm slipping below
I'm losing the ground
And I still don't know what it wants
Well I drew a bath
Stepped out of my clothes
It got everywhere
Down in my bones
Well I scrubbed and I scrubbed and I scrubbed
But I could not come clean
And when I got out
The water was green
I build all the roads
I plug all the cracks
But still it'll grow
It keeps coming back
I trip on the roots
I fall in the grime
Mud in my boots
Quicksand and lime
I'm slipping below
I'm losing the ground
And I still don't know what it wants
Well my hair is wet
And my house is gone
That's just what I get
When I live in a swamp
I build all the roads
I plug all the cracks
But still it'll grow
It keeps coming back
I trip on the roots
I fall in the grime
Mud in my boots
Quicksand and lime
I'm slipping below
I'm losing the ground
And I still don't know what it wants
Hands in my hair
Tongue in my mouth
I'm losing the air
It's dragging me south
Arms are the vines
Hands are the leaves
Open my eyes
And everything's green
This is my home
It's keeping me here
And I still don't know what it wants
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