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 catch me 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