I'm a work in progress but I'm tired of not liking me this way
In fact, somewhere in the maple trees a ghost of me is running away
I think that's a result of me just trying to be accountable for every little thing in my way
But I get so dang hard on me in stupid ways
But life is full of things we cannot change
And maybe that's okay
Some days I wake up as a person that I think I need to save, hey hey
Grab myself a coffee cup, the self-help books are piled up again
I think that's a result of me just trying to make the best of a life not guaranteed in any way, hey hey
But I get so dang hard on me, the time just slips away
Today could be a different kind of day
Let's dig up our graves
Talk to our old selves a while
Tell me, what makes you hopeful
Tell me, what makes you hurt
I think you're brave even though you're afraid
'Cause you're sick of the denial
You get so dang hard on you, it's time to feel okay
Today could be a different kind of day
Today's a good day, to screw it all and just smile
It doesn't matter how I fall, that's not even how they keep score
And I think we're brave, 'cause we gave up the game
And we're choosing the high road
We get so dang hard on us, it's time to feel okay
Today could be a different kind of day
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