Will this day make up for the last fourteen that I’ve lost to the greed that grew?
Will the words find themselves if I leave them alone, inside, for too long?
Have I left the keys on the counter?
Have I already packed up my things; am I still there somewhere? Or has somebody else already taken my place?
Does she share my memories, or will she have to learn her way around the greed that grew, will she have to learn her way around the greed that grew.
This girl is new in town, she comes from childhood mold and red marks, and only shares the bad memories.
She will always be tangled in the vines of the greed that grew.
It used to grow in the dark, now it grows on freeways and sun lit windows.
It doesn’t ease up and it doesn't negotiate,
this greed that keeps growing.
The greed that grew.
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