Sister Hazel Follow

On the road to safe

I kinda tripped along the way

It just seemed like a nasty hassle

The path was greener on the one less traveled

That's where I remained

People so high they think

I can't hear the whispers

I can see it falling off their face

Their trying to shoot down my plane of grace

It seems like its already hard enough

But the paint on me is beginning to dry

And it's not what I wanted to be

The weight on me

Is hanging on to a weary angel

So tell me what it is about

Where did everybody go without me

So, I like to fantasize

And watch the sunrise like it's a big surprize

Life moved and I stopped to taste it

I drank it up 'til it left me wasted

But my rains have bled

A softer red

Oh you should see the world inside my head

You can shackle me away

And try to wrap around my dreamer

I feel better when I paint my days

With purple seas

And left out greys

Strange is just a different point of view

But the paint on me is starting to dry

And it's not what I want to be

The weight on me

is holding onto a weary angel

Chorus

I feel better when I paint my days

With purple seas

And left out greys

Strange is just a different point of view

But the paint on me is beginning to dry

And it's not what I want to be

So wait on me

Wait on me

Chorus

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