i can see your years in my reflectionndents and cracks embedded in my skinnthey will bloom in fireworks and furynfor all the times I didn't let you innnas i make my way through your convictionsnlet me pick the best fruit from your treeenand all the miles that we have put between usnhave been filled with loving blisters and sour truthsnone by one the seasons change younmaybe once but not for allntime can't paint the picture for youndying leaves need time to fallnnlet me be the one you're running tonone by one the seasons change younmaybe once but not for allntime can't paint the picture for youndying leaves need time to fallnn