It's forcin' me so torture me please Torture me and torture me Torture me with sorcery It's what I know A vintage year for pop I hear The middle of the end is near All the leaves are turning brown The wind is pushing me around

We grow, grow, older still Steady as the stars in the woods So happy-hearted And the warmth rang true inside these bones Hot sand on toes, cold sand in sleeping bags As the old pine fell we sang Just to bless the morning We grow, grow, happy as a new dawn

Once you're there You can't come back Nothing lives Nothing grows Inside the dead meadow All alone at last Years roll by so fast Twisted and insane The house you built

I'm the shit I know I'm the shit Yeah, I'm super lit If you don't buy me what I want, I'ma throw a fit She the shit Yeah, she super lit She know she the shit If you don't buy her what she want, she gon' throw a fit Nashe, might just pop it on a handstand

All for the love of Growin' it up Cut it down Pass it around Everybody loves some Makes you happy Girls get horny When they use it

Start a revolution now You will never have to cry 'Cause the future is sold You can never die and you'll never grow old But everything surrounding you is digital Never break the mold You do as you're told Freedom is for sale if you give them control

She screams with those eyes I have lived in a junkyard Where the weeds eat up the rain If you get anything there even out of place You know there's hell to pay And he said "you're as sick as you are lovely And in need of a hand" He tells me "you are

Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson, Miss Jackson Are you nasty? Out the back door goddamn but I love her anyway Where will you be waking up tomorrow morning? Are you nasty, are you nasty? I love her anyway (Climbing out back the door, didn't leave a mark)

Will you show me love as we get older And I'm falling at your feet After thirty years of service and one to fit our need Show me love as we grow colder Let our love provide the heat But our older bones are missing But our heart's will never meet There's

Misery, I wanted to forget you But five years later I have grown I have regret You were better deserved. But we all learn Hands to broken mirrors, we shattered our design You were always so easy for me, to leave in ruins Those nine summers we burned