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...

Three months, and I'm still standing here;

three months, and I'm getting better,

yeah. Three months, and I still am.

Whoa, whoa.

Three months, and it's still harder,

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

now. Three months, yeah;

three months, I, oh,

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

Three months, and I still remember it.

Three months;

I wake up.

Three months, and I'm

still sober;

picked all my weeds, but kept the flowers.