Got my hands in my pocket and my heart on my sleeve,

so nervous I'm gonna say the wrong thing,

but she already knows I'm a little crazy 

and I want to love her deeply for all of my days.

Got my fingers on a pencil and my thoughts on my nose

as I'm writing out vows that she wants to compose 

into a song for our wedding, isn't that sweet?

Gotta get this right, not make a mess of things.

Got some tear stains sliding from my cheek to my arm

as I'm fighting the pressure of being torn apart.

This marriage didn't go the way I thought it would be, 

but I don't wanna end it. It just can't stay the same.

Got some help from a counselor, family and friends

who know more of our drama than we wanted, but when

we finally quit acting like each other's enemy,

got on the same page how we oughta be -

We healed and grew stronger than the tallest oak tree

and I never wanna go back to the sprout or the seed,

with my hands in my pocket and my heart on my sleeve

dreaming this would be easy. How foolish of me!