I can see your years in my reflection,
dents and cracks embedded in my skin
Maywood bloom in fireworks and fury
for all the times I didn't let you win.
(Oooh, Oooh woo ooh. x2)
As I make my way through your convictions,
let me pick the best fruit from your tree
And all the miles that we have put between us
have been filled with loving blisters and sour truths.
One by one the seasons change you
Maybe once but not for all
Time can't paint the picture for you
Dying leaves need time to fall
Let me be the one you're running to
One by one the seasons change you
Maybe once but not for all
Time can't paint the picture for you
Dying leaves need time to fall
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