Must Have Grown

When I’m in my room,
I am back in the womb
all my books and my bed have not moved
But now all of these songs have been sung
And now all of these sounds have been sown
oh! by now I must have grown
oh! by now I must have grown
With his iris on me,
arrow pointed his bee
had to sting, crack cacoon,
hum honey
In my bed it was not like the books
I don’t know what he meant by his looks
oh! by now I must have grown
oh! by now I must have grown