and every time you tried to wash me away
it felt like stolen arms and keys
it felt like winter the year prior
i was never told that going over seas opens your eyes
to new ideas, ones that did not include me slightly
and i'm sorry for hanging so longly on that branch
unripe bites, i took too many
guess i didn't take it lightly
and here i am, i am growing, i am growing
shedding my old skin when i spit out the shit that i've been talking
i want flowers on my arms, and down my legs, wish they could hold me. sometimes i hold my toes when i am cold
i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing
philadelphia, don't you haunt me

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