Dried Flowers, Old Habits

Dried flowers and old habits
Are hanging around my house
I want to take them down again
I said I would but I haven’t
And now they’re gathering dust
A layer of mistrust on them
Why am I this way
Waiting on the perfect way to change
A sure fire way to let your colors fade
Let your colors fade
Like dried flowers & old habits
It's easy to romanticize
All the beautiful past lives you’ve lived
Oh, but I feel change rattling
In my pockets as I walk
One step closer not just talking the talk again
Why am I this way
Waiting on the perfect way to change
A sure fire way to let your colors fade
Let your colors fade
Why am I this way
Waiting on the perfect way to change
A sure fire way to let your colors fade
Let your colors fade
Like dried flowers and old habits
Like dried flowers and old habits