Zach Bryan
Half Grown
When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate
With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't
And men are just the sum of all the things their mothers did
They'll spend their lives searchin' for the love they had as kids
My vices ain't in place to replace a loving home
You can't expect to harvest where the field's half-grown
You can't chose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down
When you was just a child
And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go
But I know that it's a road worth headin' down
When I see myself, I see your eyes
Reflections nowadays are a calm surprise
If the older I get, the more I become
All the things I swore I'd always run from
But I'll raise myself a family and right the wrong
Of some imperfect people who were only half-grown
'Cause you can't chose your blood
But you can choose to change the chains that chained you down
When you was just a child
And forgiveness ain't an easy road to go
Letras de cancionesBut I know that it's a road worth going down
When I grab me by the hand, you hesitate
With a subtle inclination to tell a man straight
Your sister was a savior and your mother is a saint
Sometimes a woman is the sum of all the things her father ain't
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