good for great

bruises and scrapes

all life's mistakes

are nothing but

bad weather

help you sneak in

all of my friends

just so we could leave

together

the books i wont read

the air that i'll breathe

the colors i've seen

i'll leave these pages in the trees

today

leave good for great

leave sleep for late

leave good for great

leave sleep for late

leave good for great

leave sleep for late

leave good

so many books that i didn't read

but theres so much air i chose to breathe

how about the colors that i've seen

so i'll leave these pages in the trees

i don't sit alone

or pick up my phone

one day we'll say

all that we had

the beaten path

is beaten fast

i'm practicing hooks and jabs

i traced a few lines

misread all the signs

slipped many times

my bloods still red

and i'm just fine

today

leave good for great

leave sleep for late

leave good for great

so many books that i didn't read

but theres so much air i chose to breathe

how about the colors that i've seen

so i'll leave these pages in the trees

we sing along

but the notes are wrong

we sing along

through the night and dawn