I once thought that spring meant growing Where the winters were stark And the summers hot I once felt like blooming made up For a lack of growth In all of the things I'm not I set a trap under a tree To catch the good in me that wants to leave Let the worst in Take the best out Like a cocoon It's true that I missed you I felt that I was never built to fold So I sit and I watch as my father gets old And his hair turns grey More and more each day I'm seeing graves in the ways that I'm losing friends And I don't want to make belief Or to pretend that's how it goes So I'm told Could you crease and fold You can bloom When the worst is in Take the best things out Because you know it's true That I missed you