Sage

Oh, we've been trying a little hard

But that's alright, we're alright

Oh, graduating from the ring

And out of sight, like a summer night

It's a bristle to my pine

A storm to a branch

I'm not so inclined

To take many a chance

Sage

You can not heal it all

We bend 'til we break

We don't wanna take a fall

Oh, I'm not feeling so malleable

A brittle sense of self yet capable