Dead like the growth of grass in the wintertime
I'm left in the box that you put in the back of your mind
Now the gum from your shoe is stuck on a photo of me
And he'll touch you under blankets
But won't remember your eyes are green

Fine, I'll go far from you
'Cause you know I do what you tell me to

And I guess I won't be mended with my favorite color
The fabric will fade, but I'll never love another

Fine, I'll go far from you
'Cause you know I do what you tell me
What you tell me

And my heart was stripped of all its bark
It came back calloused, cold and hard
You're in my veins
And knock on my door but I won't come
'Cause you can't watch me come undone
Oh, I'm insane, my love

Fine, I'll grow far from you
'Cause you know that I do what you tell me to