Leaves
Vs1
The fall, golden, I want to keep it.
Finally out, I can't just watch the slate clean itself.
I probably just made a mess of what's left of myself;
Slippery, steep, far from the tree.
You know that I love you. I'm human I bleed.
I keep falling from truth, how are you still loving me
Comforts something I need and I can exhaust it
The more places I sleep the more I think I've lost it
Hold me down, root for me
An anchor in my chest- let's make that fucker deep
Golden ground caught in the winter heat
Beyond bounds I need to fly free
Beyond the trees
Leaves, fly away. X3
Don't fly away.
Leaves, fly away X2
Vs2
The fruit, I am obsessed with you, truth.
I should keep digging my eyes can't leave what you produce.
I'm tempted by jewels, essential but it's toxic.
I want more than I can take, all shit.
Dust and ground at your feet.
Come play your hand and I bet a roots dying to drink
Holding down, caught in the winter heat.
Beyond bounds I need to fly free.
Beyond the trees
Sometimes I feel so done, I've made it my final escape
Did I do something wrong?
Hurting you flying away.
Miles and miles, piles of mistakes.
Up like a kite don't fly away.
Leaves have a tendency to get carried away.
The fall, golden, I want to keep it.
Finally out, I can't just watch the slate clean itself.
I probably just made a mess of what's left of myself;
Slippery, steep, far from the tree.
You know that I love you. I'm human I bleed.
I keep falling from truth, how are you still loving me
Comforts something I need and I can exhaust it
The more places I sleep the more I think I've lost it
Hold me down, root for me
An anchor in my chest- let's make that fucker deep
Golden ground caught in the winter heat
Beyond bounds I need to fly free
Beyond the trees
Leaves, fly away. X3
Don't fly away.
Leaves, fly away X2
Vs2
The fruit, I am obsessed with you, truth.
I should keep digging my eyes can't leave what you produce.
I'm tempted by jewels, essential but it's toxic.
I want more than I can take, all shit.
Dust and ground at your feet.
Come play your hand and I bet a roots dying to drink
Holding down, caught in the winter heat.
Beyond bounds I need to fly free.
Beyond the trees
Sometimes I feel so done, I've made it my final escape
Did I do something wrong?
Hurting you flying away.
Miles and miles, piles of mistakes.
Up like a kite don't fly away.
Leaves have a tendency to get carried away.
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Writer(s): Mary Miller
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