I always was the one with all the love.
You came along. I’m hunting you down.
Like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
All I wanted was the simple things, a simple kind of life.
If we met tomorrow, for the very first time?
Would it start all over again?
Would I try to make you mine?
I always thought I’d be a mom.
Sometimes I wish for a mistake.
The longer that I wait
The more selfish that I get
You seem like you’d be a good dad.
Now all these simple things are simply too complicated for my life.
How’d I get so faithful to my freedom?
A selfish kind of life.
When all I ever wanted was the simple things,
A simple kind of life.