Текст песни Growing Pains - C.A.R.

These grey streets
Swelling in my bones
I walked a thousand steps to be alone
I′m green-faced
Think I'm spinning out
Choking on some pill I can′t condone

Can you, will you, take me, see you
Figure in this morning haze
If all this has a meaning, I have found it underneath the table
Hanging off your every word
Im holy, I am not absurd
These growing pains will not subside
Until you taste what's in my mind

A tight stitch
Here I talk in codes
Hanging from the seam and the threads show
I'm off pitch
Got your dirty clothes
Weighing down the lines I might compose