Dead like the growth of grass in the winter time I'm left in the box that you put in the back of your mind Now the gum from your shoe is stuck on a photo of me He'll touch you under blankets but won't remember your eyes are green Fine, I'll grow far from you 'Cause you know I do what you tell me to And I guess I won't be mended with my favorite color The fabric will fade, but I won't ever love another So, fine, I'll go far from you 'Cause you know I do what you tell me What you tell me ♪ My heart was stripped of all its bark It came back calloused, cold and hard You're in my veins And knock on my door but I won't come 'Cause you can't watch me come undone Oh, I'm insane, my love And fine, I'll grow far from you 'Cause you know I do what you tell me to