Is this an olive branch or am I cutting down the whole tree
Is reaching out to you breaking off another piece of me?
A pretty little optimist invites a hurricane into her garden
Is it fair to fear you and your rain, or am I just hardened?
Did I lose me common sense, or do I actually miss you?
Is this branch a gift between friends, or do I still want to kiss you?
Would you use it as a weapon, knock me right back to the floor?
Would you stop me at one branch or let me make 'em all yours?
'Cause I'm a giver, I'm a grower, I'm a lover, 'til it hurts
And I'd hate to not know ya, but I'm not sure if it's worse
To give you every part of me, watch you go time and time again
Or wait until my dying days and still not call you my friend (friend)
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
Peace
Is there peace?
In picking up the pieces of the past?
Is there relief?
Is there sorrow?
Or can I finally sleep?
When you branch the past and present
Is there relief?
Relief
Have I finally found it, the root of all my issues?
Or are you just the person I've tied them all onto?
Sometimes I forget at one time long ago I loved you so deeply
Now I soak in all the bad but still pray that you need me
'Cause I'm a giver, I'm a grower, I'm a lover, 'til it hurts
And I'm trying to show you, but I'm not sure if it's worse
To leave a note, or cut your throat, take some quiet time to mend
If I give, and I give as long as I live
Will it be enough to call you my friend in the end?
Oh, oh, oh, ooh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ooh
And I'm not that great at forgiveness and goodbyes
But I don't want this weight on my chest until I die
If I told you all of this, you'd call the cops on me for sure
So I'll put a bow on this branch right by your door
My friend
