You're still here, how you still here?
I keep on pushing and you don't even move
What did I do?
I must have been nice to the guy
In an earlier life
I wish I didn't but I'm giving in to often
I wish I didn't make a something out of nothing
And if it's barely even there, I'll turn that one little flare
To a fire, so wild
That I'll burn it all down
I lost myself
For a while
Like a key
Somewhere deep in the couch
Always push myself in the wrong direction
But it don't matter how far
I still don't fall
When you
Are my roots, my roots
Ooh, my roots
They grow when I'm with you
