[Chorus] I kept every branch, every maybe, every door Now the whole tree’s leaning, roots can’t hold no more Pick one, pick two—no, I’ll keep them all I grew so much future I can’t stand tall [Verse 1] There’s a map in my pocket with a hundred red routes A shelf full of selves I could still turn out I said, “Leave them alive; let the whole thing grow” Now the limbs scrape the dirt everywhere I go [Pre-Chorus] You said, “Choose what can carry you” I laughed like a fool with a forest to prove [Chorus] I kept every branch, every maybe, every door Now the whole tree’s leaning, roots can’t hold no more Pick one, pick two—no, I’ll keep them all I grew so much future I can’t stand tall [Verse 2] One branch wants a stage, one wants a quiet room One’s building a boat, one’s planting in June I water them all till the bucket runs dry Then blame the poor ground when the green starts to lie [Bridge] Little scissors on the table, shining like a dare One clean cut could give the other branches air But I name each twig a promise, each leaf a perfect plan Now I’m holding up the orchard with two shaking hands [Final Chorus] I kept every branch, every maybe, every door Now the whole tree’s leaning, roots can’t hold no more Pick one, pick two—let the rest fall I can grow toward the sunlight without growing them all [Outro] One good branch One open sky The roots hold fast I don’t have to be every life
