Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Skipped stone days on a dead-end road Hand-me-down jeans and a nicotine coat We were sixteen Swearing we were grown Burning through nights like they were our own [Chorus] We were growing like weeds in the neighbor’s yard Pushing through cracks in the broken tar Didn’t slow down Didn’t look back once Growing up too fast on a sugar rush Life going too fast We were hanging on glass Taking every risk like it couldn’t cut deep We were growing like weeds We were growing like weeds (hey) [Verse 2] Backseat truth in a parking lot Red plastic cups and a busted watch Time stood still till the sirens came We laughed it off But it marked our names [Chorus] We were growing like weeds in the neighbor’s yard Pushing through cracks in the broken tar Didn’t slow down Didn’t look back once Growing up too fast on a sugar rush Life going too fast We were hanging on glass Taking every risk like it couldn’t cut deep We were growing like weeds We were growing like weeds [Bridge] All the missed calls All the slammed doors All the “I’m fine”s we were bleeding for Never checked the map Just pressed the gas Didn’t know a good thing till it passed (oh) [Chorus] We were growing like weeds in the neighbor’s yard Pushing through cracks in the broken tar Didn’t slow down Didn’t look back once Growing up too fast on a sugar rush Life going too fast Yeah It all ran past Taking too many chances on too little sleep We were growing like weeds Now the roots go deep But I still feel that speed
Tags
rock, Crunchy early-2000s alt-rock: overdriven twin guitars, dirtied-up bass, tight acoustic kit. Verses push in a steady, palm-muted groove; choruses explode with wide power chords and shout-along gang vocals. Male vocals with a slight rasp, doubled in the hook. Middle section drops to half-time, then slams back in with a final, anthemic chorus.
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
1/22/2026