Grow - The Posies

He closed his eyes

And was alone

He held his hand and felt it grow

He had become

A gyroscope

All wound inside and no control

And all the tiny tendrils

How they longed for reassurance

As the little boxed-in bushes

Pay the price of perseverance

A wasted day

Had come and gone

He searched his wrist for extra time

And finding none

To his remorse

He pulled the plug and left for good

(instrumental break)

He cracked a smile

And no one laughed

«i"m just an inside joke,"he thought

But who was he To say his thing to anyone about this stupid selfish stuff?

And all the tiny tendrils

How they longed for reassurance

As the little boxed-in bushes

Pay the price of perseverance

He closed his eyes

And was afraid

He held his hand and felt it grow