There's something about falling asleep
With the windows open
In the middle of fall
Hearing the breeze rushing through the crackling of leaves
As they soar so high and flow so low to the grounds beneath
Flowing like memories gone and past
How could you think this would be better for me?
Every now and then, I fear this voice inside my head
It tells me all the lies and says to let go
Then again, there's some nights I hear this voice inside my head
It tells me it's alright and I should hold you close
Uncountable times, forgiving you just to keep you by my side
Unsure why we waste our time
Spending all these gorgeous nights in this life
On and on and on, there's this thing it seems to me
That the leaves will grow back when the time is right
And walking away from what isn't right
Seems to be the only peace
I can get at night