Still

It could be
So free
But instead
So dead

So try to forget
About the garbage that you have left behind
So far, so good
Still haven't been caught
Doing the usual tricks
That keep you under arms
That do not love you
Anymore than the air
That you push away from your soul
To break off pieces that can see right through it

There is a lot to grow
There is a lot to grow
There is a lot to grow