Sage

Oh, we've been trying a little hard
But that's alright, we're alright
Oh, graduating from the ring
And out of sight, like a summer night

It's a bristle to my pine
A storm to a branch
I'm not so inclined
To take many a chance

Sage
You can not heal it all
We bend till we break
We don't wanna take a fall

Oh, I'm not feeling so malleable
A brittle sense of self yet capable