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 about my timing, i want to 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, no