Doubt Trees

Buds that stick to your clothes,I brought them with me.

They followed me to my home, raised their heads and grew into trees.

Doubt trees I uproot them but I can't shake the roots, sickly fruit grows.

Sigh and you look at me.

Death will come for us.

Swallowed into the ground.

To grow into doubt trees.

Sit on the windowsill, always alone and it's making me ill.

Nothing soothes me.

I'll take down the lights, take my hand we can end this mess tonight.

She's in the club with her phone off. Sigh and you look at me.

Death will come for us.

Swallowed into the ground.

To grow into doubt trees.

Buds that stick to your clothes, I brought them with me.

The followed me to my home, raised their heads and grew into trees.

Doubt trees I uproot them but I can't shake the roots, sickly fruit grows.

Sigh and you look at me.

Death will come for us.

Swallowed into the ground.

To grow into doubt trees.