Peter Cottontail and the Demise of the Carrot Tree

Struggling to keep my head above water
Looking back to what I used to live with
Talk, you're losing site of me
I'm always out to make a scene

Slow down this isn't you, this isn't me trying to tell you
But that's how it seems talking has never come so easy
Forget, you're forgetting me
Talk, you're losing site of as you should be

You say grow up, I say trying
Is this how you wanted to see me?
I can barely stand on my own two feet
But I'll show up with broken bones and burnt hands
And all is this why you wouldn't believe me