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