[Verse 1] You kept each seed in a silver tin, Every road got a map pinned in. You said, “One more branch, then I’ll decide,” While the roots pulled hard from either side. [Pre-Chorus] A little yes to every door, A little room for something more. The trunk kept trying to hold them all— Now every choice leans toward the fall. [Chorus] Pick one, pick two—your branches sway, Too much sky and you bow that way. Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep, You can’t grow every dream you keep. Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go, You’re not the whole forest, you know. [Verse 2] You grew a ladder beside the stairs, A spare set of wings for the office chairs. You planted a future in every pot, Then wondered why the soil was not. [Pre-Chorus] A little yes to every door, A little room for something more. The trunk kept trying to hold them all— Now every choice leans toward the fall. [Chorus] Pick one, pick two—your branches sway, Too much sky and you bow that way. Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep, You can’t grow every dream you keep. Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go, You’re not the whole forest, you know. [Bridge] The gardener brings a paper crown, Says, “Choose a limb or lie face-down.” You laugh, then hear the timber complain— Every maybe has a weight and a name. [Final Chorus] Pick one, pick two—your branches sway, Too much sky and you bow that way. Tick-tock, kick back, the roots dig deep, You can’t grow every dream you keep. Pick one, pick two—let some leaves go, Stand up straight with room to grow. [Outro] One branch reaches; one branch stays. The tree can breathe when it makes its choice.
