Nothing Grows

Scratches on the pavement and the forest
and they all turn into dust
Walking by the sidewalk and the houses and
the cars all full of rust
The places that I’ve been to on the outskirts
of the town I used to know
And now I’m back here praying by the secrets
and the woods I used to go
I’m not screaming, for the first time
I’m not bleeding, like the last time
I’m not deceiving, I swear to god I’m trying
With all the blood stains, you’ll never catchme lying
So welcome home
Where there used to be life here
Nothing grows
So I stared at the wall, and the wall stared back at me
And as we both stood blank and lifeless, I soon began to see
That the bricks that make a house, aren’t the
bricks that make a home
And what was once an eden, is a place where
nothing grows