Overgrown Dear Me (Ft. Everybody's Worried About Owen)

[Spoken Verse 1: Dear Me]
She hates me
Or that's what she said last night
That's what I told myself this morning
I told myself that it's all part of the creative process
I told myself that a relapse happens sometimes
They don't ask how many days I've got under my belt
They ask how many times I've quit quitting
She bit through my bottom lip one time
All the way through
She laughed while she did it
She had one hand in my hair
And the other around my neck
She laughed again
Licking the blood off her teeth
I think she liked watching mе bleed
Six fucking years and I still can't let
Someonе touch me the way that she did

[Chorus: Owen Trawick]
And you ask me to lay my head down
Take a load off, watch the bees
I started tumbling down the hillside
Muddy bruises
Follow me
But you kept laying in the blades of grass so verdant so pristine
I guess we all get overgrown
I guess we all get overgrown