Dents (Glory, Pt. 1)

I can see your years in my reflection
dents and cracks embedded in my skin
May will bloom in fireworks and fury
for all the times I didn't let you win

As I make my way through your convictions
let me pick the best fruit from your tree
And all the miles that we have put between us
have been filled with loving blisters since our truce

One by one the season change you
maybe once but not for all
Time can paint the picture for you
dying leaves need time to fall

Let me be the one you're running to

One by one the season change you
maybe once but not for all
Time can paint the picture for you
dying leaves need time to fall