threemonths=sixyears

I don't know this could break my heart or save me. Nothing's real until you
let go completely. So here I go with all my thoughts I've been saving. So here
I go with all my fears weighing on me. Three months and I'm still sober. Picked
all my weeds but kept the flowers. But I know it's never really over.

I don't know I could crash and burn. But maybe at the end of this road, I might
catch a glimpse of me. So I won't worry about my timing, I wanna get it right.
No comparing, second guessing. No, not this time. Three months and I'm still
breathing. Been a long road since those hands I left my tears in. But I know
it's never really over.

Three months and I'm still standing here. Three months and I'm getting better.
Three months and I still am. Three months and it's still harder now. Three months
I've been living without you here. Three months and I'm still breathing. Three
months and I still remember it. Three months and I wake up.

Three months and I'm still sober. Picked all my weeds but kept the flowers.