I don't pray to the same god anymore I'm starting to believe in myself more Can't commit if you're still unsure I won't stay right here pretend I'm secure I let go of words You stole parts I'm still unsure where they go but I know that they grow back slow Lose yourself to something so small Can't make sense of it at all Find yourself in a familiar place Just like that it slipped away I'll let go of it Just to know That even from way down in the dirt they still grow back slow They grow back slow I know Somewhere in the springtime It's the waiting that kinda kills me It kinda kills me Kinda makes me feel alive Kinda makes me feel alive It kinda kills me Kinda makes me feel alive Kinda makes me