For all my foolish errors and the beauty I have drunk

I think I'll learn to live my life as wisely as a monk

Turn off my phone and live alone in everlasting peace

But is my soul to turn to stone when my childish wanderings cease?

Such petty things that I have bought and such ugly things I've thought

The times I should've let it go, but instead I blindly fought

My mother says I'll never find all the happiness I sought

To duck my head and just obey all the lessons I've been taught

I'll run ahead to leave it behind

Look at the sky and count the colors I find

All the colors I find

And as I stare into the heart of my own twisting fire

The songs yet to be written flock around me like a choir

The songs yet to be written flock around me like a choir

And with each note, the spirit unwinds

Look at your mind and count the colors I find

All the colors I find