♪♪
♪ Could have filled a garden ♪
♪ With all the flowers that you gave me ♪
♪ But none of them were ours ♪
♪ You know the problem with history ♪
♪ It keeps coming back like weed ♪
♪ And when nothing feels enough ♪
♪ At least you taught me how to love ♪
♪ How to love, love ♪
♪ But he keeps growing back ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Baby, just open your eyes to see ♪
♪ He's growing from inside me ♪
♪ And I just don't know what I can do ♪
♪ I thought I cut him at the root ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪ ♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ I miss all of my exes ♪
♪ They're the only ones that know me ♪
♪ And God knows that sex is ♪
♪ A way to feel a bit, a little bit less lonely ♪
♪ Yeah, I tried to keep it covered up ♪
♪ Yeah, I thought I cut him at the root ♪
♪ But now I think my time is up ♪
♪ 'Cause he keeps growing back ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Baby, just open your eyes to see ♪
♪ He's growing from inside me ♪
♪ And I just don't know what I can do ♪
♪ I thought I cut him at the root ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪ ♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪ ♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby, baby ♪
♪♪
♪ Like weeds ♪ ♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Like weeds ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Yeah-eah eh, yeah-eah eh ♪
♪ Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh ♪
♪ Yeah-eah eh, yeah-eah eh ♪
♪ Eh-eh-eh, eh-eh-eh (eh-eh-eh) ♪
♪ Baby, baby, baby, baby ♪