and every time you tried to wash me away 
it felt like stolen arms and keys 
it felt like winter the year prior 
i was never told that going over seas opens your eyes 
to new ideas, ones that did not include me slightly 
and i’m sorry for hanging so longly on that branch 
unripe bites, i took too many 
guess i didn’t take it lightly 
and here i am, i am growing, i am growing 
shedding my old skin when i spit out the [bad word] that i’ve been talking 
i want flowers on my arms, and down my legs, wish they could hold me. sometimes i hold my toes when i am cold 
i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing, i am growing 
philadelphia, don’t you haunt me