And I don’t know;

this could break my heart, or save me.

Noth ing’s real

un til you let go com plete ly.

So here I go with all my thoughts

I’ve been sav ing;

so here I go with all my fears

weigh ing on me.

Three months, and I’m

still so ber;

picked all my weeds, but kept the flow ers.

But I know,

it’s nev er real ly o ver.

And I don’t know;

I could crash and burn, but may be

at the end of this road, I might catch a glimpse (D)of me.

So I won’t wor ry ’bout my tim ing; I wan na get (D)it right.

No com par ing, sec ond guess ing; no, not this time.

Three months, and I’m

still breath ing.

Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in.

But I know,

it’s nev er real ly o ver,

no.

Wake

up...

(Wake, Three months, and I’m still stand ing here; wake, three months, and I’m get ting bet ter, yeah.

wake Three months, and I still

up.)

Whoa, whoa.

(Wake, Three months, and it’s still hard er, now; wake, three months I’ve been liv here with out you, now.

wake...) Three months, yeah;

Three months, I, oh,

whoa.

(Wake, Three months, and I’m still breath ing.

wake, Three months, and I still re mem ber it.

wake...) Three months; I wake

up.

Three months, and I’m

still so ber;

picked all my weeds, but kept the flow ers.