Grown (Album Version) Video (MV)

From the depths of depression
I'm senseless I'm f*cked
From the back of the bar
I must've drank too much
I feel what you feel
Was it the vodka
Or the pills

Was I ill
Was it real
Whats the deal
How you feel

You look f*cking sick and I don't want you to fall over now
I know that you're more than me not talking my disorder now
I think you should order just a couple of those porters
Pour inside my glass and f*ck them bastards they would not support us

Now the bouncers rolled up
And asked are you good
I told em f*ck off
I did what I should
I tossed the ID
I said
It was on me
I didn't call the cops
That night we drank for free

Now your boyfriend calling and you said you didn't know what to do
You was at your cousin's and your cousin says it wasn't true
Who could you believe in if you don't believe in ever leaving
You could leave him
If you had the heart to and the f*cking reason

What if you wished that it'd be known
The devil exists where we're going
Now you insist that you grown
But I missed you at home
Give an end to the pleas
And the love a disease
In above all the trees
And I"m begging on my knees

Now I know its over and its colder but I'm older now
You ran out of patience but I told that I'm sober now
Happy that I made it
But in still I'm feeling jaded
On everything created
Gave you my last song you never played it