i was so careful with my words
eloquent if ever to be heard
i was so simple then
so trying then
i never really could be pure

i was so carried by that brush
as it moved up and down
on the canvas that it touched
i was so foolish then
gave it importance
i never noticed the color much

i was so focused on the grade
as it blurred in and out on the frame
i was so blinded
i never noticed when the picture was ok

and i can sing about it now
all my mistakes as i figure them out
i won't hide them
i'll just let 'em all out
let them budge, i'll let them budge
so when you ask me to let go, i won't think of it much

i was devoted to my faith
for the shortcomings in my reasoning that it forgave
was i so desperate then to give in?
i just hoped to be saved

i was so humbled by the sound
as it rolled through the air
rumbled the ground
i was so frightened then
to meet bitter ends
and still it's hard to sing out

and i can write about them now
all my mistakes as i figure them out
i can't hide them
they just fall right down
to the page
so when you go to burn the book, they gladly go up in flames

and i can sing about them now
all my regrets as they come pouring out
i display them
i just can't let myself live them down
i'm ok
oh we're all ok
let's not be frightened of turning the page