Asking the Aspens

There were times in the middle when I held you

Between my thoughts

Like when you burned all your paintings in the backyard

Couldn't be stopped

Or how you hammered up a ladder to summit the roof

And Dean held the nails

There were times in the middle when I loved you

Heavy and soft

Yeah, we were way too stoned to stand

But we made it to the top

And you were holding both my hands

And tryna pull me up

Mmm

'Cause I was ten, then I was fifteen

Then I was yesterday afternoon

And I was hanging from the feeling

That someday you would bloom

Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you

I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you

There were times in the middle when I held you

And it felt like snow

Yeah, you're the only kind of weather, so weightless

I can't feel, when I've let you go

And there you aren't in any of it

Hanging sideways like a tree

In the hillside of last summer

In the hillside of a memory

We were way too stoned to stand

But we made it to the top

And you were holding both my hands

And tryna pull me up

Mmm

'Cause I was ten, then I was fifteen

Then I was yesterday afternoon

And I was hanging from the feeling

That someday you would bloom

Just asking the aspens to grow a boy like you

I keep asking the aspens to grow a boy like you