i'm a vine of ivy and i remember all the concrete i've splintered, all the crumbled hearts i've crept through. there's a gun in my throat and i have gavels for fists, i remember shooting you down beating you down. staring you down i had a set of keys made to unlock our eyes. tangled like vines of ivy, like roots i don't have anymore. all torn up the damage is already done. weeding me out of your heart i'll take a piece with me i'm keeping the peace. ivy in the morning bathing in dew and i don't remember it all but most.