If a weed on a vine
Had to define
Its since of life
It'd attach to a fence
Until it was bent
It's spine solely refined
Brains full cold winter thoughts
Talk is cheap but thought is deep
The code is broke
What taken next
It's cold winter days
Now they're all heat
But I met up with my friends who got their wings
They told me to laugh
And to try and smile
Even though you feel like a weed
We bend all we touch
Brains full cold winter thoughts
Talk is cheap but thought is deep
The code is broke
What taken next