Letting Go

I might've spent six months lying on my living room floor I might've been sick, then well, then sick some more I might be prouder of me Than I ever have been I've been learning 'bout letting go How to do it without my claws Scratching the surfaces I've been learning 'bout wasting time And closing some doors Hoping to open more, down the line I knew from miles away that I would detonate I tried some magic tricks to skip my fate And then gave up the ball as a defender The trick was simply to surrender I've been learning 'bout letting go How to do it without my claws Scratching the surfaces I've been learning 'bout wasting time And closing some doors Hoping to open more, down the line It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes It's okay, it's okay Make mistakes, make mistakes Make mistakes, make mistakes