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 go far from you Because you know I do what you tell me to I guess I won't be mended with my favorite color The fabric will fade, but I won't ever love another My heart was stripped of all its bark Because you know I do what you tell me to It came back calloused, cold and hard You're in my veins And knock on my door but I won't come because you can't watch me come undone Oh, I'm insane, my love Fine, I'll grow far from you Because you know I do what you tell me to