You say that we're nothing I'm bad for your growing You've heard from all your friends You need to cut the rope and I'm glad That you want to get yourself in check You always know what's best I'm just sorry that it dragged on the way that it did But I'm glad at the same time I'm just sad we can't rewind 'Cause I, I've been drinking lots I'm closer with my thoughts But your pictures still hung up I'm undoubtedly in a funk But I'm glad that you seem well I'm just sad 'cause I know you mean well And I'm smoking now Cause you hated the smell And it makes me cough shit up But now I love feeling unwell And I'm glad you get to grow But that makes one of us Cause I'm still wearing all the clothes you gave Held on to all your stuff But when, when you're done growing And you realise I'm something I won't be around