Back to the Ground

I'm a book on a shelf

Collecting dust all by myself,

But I carry all the words you wrote.

Oh, my spine may be bent,

My binding may be spent,

But there ain't nothin' 'bout you I don't know.So I know you're not the one.

Use me up and when you're done

Give me back, give me back to the ground.

Give me back, give me back to the ground.Oh I planted the seeds,

Gave them everything they need.

But the flowers in our window box don't grow.

Little buds make their graves,

As the warmth inside us fades.

But I still don't know shit about letting go.So I know you're not the one.

Use me up and when you're done

Give me back, give me back to the ground.

Give me back, give me back to the ground.

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