I've been buried in your clothes
Year by year as I watch you grow
The weight of this world doesn't apply
Only pants and shirts fill up my sky

When you leave your home, I'll be fine on my own
I will never try to find out where you go
And when you go away, underneath your clothes I'll remain
I just wish you had the time to play with me

I thought you needed me since we met
Your feet say otherwise with every step
The weight of this world doesn't apply
Your pants and shirts fill up my sky

Little by little my arms collapse
Just dust and echoes fill the gaps
The weight of this world doesn't apply
You buried me under your sky