Sober sing and play along

And 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.

And 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 'bout my timing;

I wanna get it right.

No comparing, secondguessing;

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, no.

Wake

up...

(Wake, Three months, and I'm still standing here;

wake, three months, and I'm getting better,

yeah. wake Three months, and I still up.)

Whoa, whoa.

(Wake, Three months, and it's still harder,

now; wake, three months I've been liv here without you,

now. wake...)

Three months, yeah;

Three months, I, oh,

whoa. (Wake, Three months, and I'm still breathing.

wake, Three months, and I still remember it.

wake...) Three months;

I wake up.

Three months, and I'm

still sober;

picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers.