applying moisturizer in the microwave window
for the tenth time, he should´ve called me an hour ago
would he be here with flowers if i lived in arizona?

they say there´s no love left in the big cities, it´s kinda true
i guess you´ll find me coming soon to a small town near you
i´ll sell my guitar so i can by myself a tractor

fuck this, this can´t be my life
i moisturized ten times tonight
why can´t i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?

chorus
do you want a lover, or do you want a life?
one hand or the other, the butter or the bread knife?
do you choose winter, spring, summer, or fall?
it´s driving me crazy that i can´t have it all

if these walls could talk, they´d probably cry out for mercy
´til i´m outlined in chalk, i´ll be romantically thirsty
so i drink and drink from the proverbial time sink

fuck this, this can´t be my life
tears flowing in full force tonight
why can´t i sit down and write,
bring this question to light?

chorus

bridge
do we hold the future, or does it come in peace?
and if it´s in my hands, are you sure it should be in brittle hands like these?
life, love, and the pursuit of all the things they promised me
can i have all of the above? are the best things in life truly free?