There's footprints in the sand but I can't follow them
There's a path at my feet and a map in my hands
Walking to your drum is kind of tiring
Gotta find my own rhythm, my own plan
And I know you've got some good advice to give
But good advice is lost on lives when lives are left unlived
Gotta break hearts be heartbroken
Put my foot in my mouth and say the wrong damn thing
Fall down and get back up again
I gotta re-align, and realize, hurt somebody and apologize
And do what it takes... to make my own mistakes
You've got all these plans and steady hands laid out for me
But your rough sketch don't seem so rough
And don't you worry I'm in no hurry to leave just yet
But we both know i'll have to toughen up
I might drive a mile to cover a meter, take a wrong turn, wind up in Timbuktu
Roll down the window, throw out the GPS
I'll crumple the page, erase the line, change my mind a million times
But you can't pull the breaks... I'll make my own mistakes
And I'll come back when I'm ready
Take this weight off my shoulder, get a little bit bolder, and then
Find what's been missing, really start listening
Now I'm walking away and I hope that one day you will see
Gotta break hearts be heartbroken
Put my foot in my mouth and say the wrong damn thing
Fall down and get back up again
I gotta realign, and realize, hurt somebody and apologize
And do what it takes to make my own mistakes
To make my own mistakes
To make my own mistakes
To make my own mistakes