| I don’t know how to be
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| What I wanted to be when I was five
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| Sometimes blue eyes, sometimes green
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| Bike rides, snow hikes, and Christmas lights
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| Sometimes freezing, sometimes warm
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| I don’t know if I can love that anymore
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| Cause I’ve got it all, got it all mistaken
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| For meaningful life and a fun family vacation
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| Like when I used to ride rollercoasters with my dad
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| When a swimming pool in a hotel was a gift from God
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| Like love or like a family
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| I don’t know how to be
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| Maybe I just want to get married
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| Or maybe I just want to fall asleep
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| But at l least I know that the world is spinning when we’re tangled in the
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| bedsheets
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| And at least I know that my mom is breathing when we talk on the phone
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| And at least I know that my house won’t burn down, down to the ground
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| Or maybe it will
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| If I’ve been in love before, and I’m pretty sure I have
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| Then I’m pretty sure my house could burn down
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| Down to the ground tomorrow
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| If I’ve been in love before, and I know that I have
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| Then I know that my house could burn down
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| Down to the ground tomorrow |