When your firsts get stolen
That forever you'll expect
And search for same firsts
That haven't happened yet
You'll be beaten and bruised
And sad all the same
And soon you'll go searching
For it all again
The people that you kept around
Will creep back in and won't make a sound
They'll fill you with weeds
You won't know
I'll make them go
You'll lie in an early bed
With a hand mark's kiss
That then made you cry
But you'll soon grow to miss
After all, it's all you know
All you seek and all you grow
In your wilted little yard
What you reap is what you sow
The people that you kept around
Will creep back in and won't make a sound
They'll fill you with weeds
You won't know
I'll make them go
The people that you kept around
Will creep back in and won't make a sound
They'll fill you with weeds
You won't know
I'll make them go