Maybe I will say, I want to be with you
Maybe I will cry, alone as if on cue
Maybe I will try and then just walk away
Maybe I will spy the sky on a special Sunday
Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
Loving father's daughter
Maybe I want something much more like a
Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
Maybe I'll be hoaxed by my own demise
"I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving"
Maybe I'm more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving
Pauses, places, causes, houses
Tigers, plants and bow tied blouses
Billie Jean's outrageous choices
Silver linings without voices
It's true. I'm due
Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
Loving father's daughter
Maybe I want something much more like a
Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
Maybe I'll be hoaxed by my own demise
"I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving"
Maybe I'm more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving
Maybe I will blow what I'm told is my biggest chance
Maybe I'll film my feet with my phone every time I dance
Typewritten excuses, broken ice and
A room wall papered with my vices
It's true. I'm due
Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
Loving father's daughter
Maybe I want something much more like a
Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
Maybe I'll be hoaxed by my own demise
"I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving"
Maybe I'm more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving
Maybe I want roses more than water and to be a
Loving father's daughter
Maybe I want something much more like a
Brownie sundae party behind closed doors or
A typewriter palace with a shark filled moat
Maybe I'll be hoaxed by my own demise
"I hear she saw a cliff and kept on driving"
Maybe I'm more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving