Lyrics

One, two, three
Hey, Micah
Sorry it's late, I've been meanin' to call
They think he'll pull through, after all
It's been fight or flight, and it's such a shame
Guess we pass down more than our last names
Oh, traumas and traditions
They live in all of us
The branches are wide, and the roots, they run deep
But I'd like to think I'll do things differently
Pull the good from the bad, like a rose from the weeds
Thought I flew the nest, but it still follows me
Can't cut down a family tree, but I can turn a new leaf
Anyway, how's Benjy?
Has he still been keepin' you up?
Do you worry the devil's in our blood?
In every oak, you can count the rings
Retrace the mistakes and good memories
If Dad was a stranger, would I be more gracious?
If Mom was just a friend, would I be more patient?
The branches are wide, and the roots, they run deep
But I'd like to think I'll do things differently
Pull the good from the bad, like a rose from the weeds
Thought I flew the nest, but it still follows me
Can't cut down a family tree, but I can turn a new leaf
But I can turn a new leaf
I was ready to swing, had the ax in my hand
Brother, I've shed some tears only you'd understand
It's love, and it's painful, I'm hurt, but I'm grateful
We're doin' the best that we can
The branches are wide, and the roots, they run deep
But I'd like to think I'll do things differently
Pull the good from the bad, like a rose from the weeds
Thought I flew the nest, but it still follows me
The branches are wide, and the roots, they run deep
But I'd like to think I'll do things differently
Pull the good from the bad, like a rose from the weeds
Thought I flew the nest, but it still follows me
There's always a little green
Can't cut down a family tree, but I can turn a new leaf
But I can turn a new leaf
Written by: Joy Hanna, Klare Essad, Madeline Edwards, Seth Mosley
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