Cut Myself Out

You fold around these nights where You made me come, dear Leave all the days behind that made you run. I sure forget the days that you told me to I was such a waste when I cut myself out Now the fall is over baby You'll ascend but at a rate you'll find is slow And all these times afraid to walk the route (pronounced "root") That you have to take, there is no other way It's forced if i revolve you, though you want me to I'll decorate these heights, I'll make it fit right Somehow we wait from old to young Now the wait is so All the way over.