Dean St. - bamboo. Lyrics

Cs I stare into the blue
I'm scared of loosing you
You say you're made of truth
But each year I'm more confused

We're playing telephone, oh oh
You must have missed my call

You taste like youth
Just taking in the view
I'm guessing through
They shoot up like bamboo

You stick to me like glue
Even as my thoughts are swimming on the roof
Sometimes I'll think of all you had to do
You woke up my own mother in her room

We're playing telephone, oh oh
Maybe I forgot to call
Can I find a common note? I hope you know
Not sure if it's my fault

You taste like youth
Just taking in the view
I'm guessing through
They shoot up like bamboo

Whelp, I guess I'll just be lost
You're dead to me ol' sadist
Take back the bamboo skein you designated
Seriously, you've no clue how much this means to me
I keep feeling like a fraud
Stutter like a fool when I'm talking to God

You taste like youth
Just taking in the view
I'm guessing through
They shoot up like bamboo