Maybe

Words don't come easy anymore

Beautiful things are never quite as sure

A smile is never as reassuring as it once was

Good will and graces and “Have you tried that new yoga place?”

Are never as healing as they once seemed

When I still believed

Maybe it’s time I took my mum's advice

Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it's a

Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent

Plus there’s still that little voice inside my head

I never needed a joint or a drink

Just a piano and a quiet place to think

Trouble was always in mind and not in my soul

Something that I could see that I put down to naivety

And now I don't know, I don't know

What I believe

Maybe it's time I took my mum's advice

Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it's a

Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent

Plus there's still that little voice inside my head

Maybe it's time I took my mum’s advice

Find a nice looking guy, get a solid 9 to 5, but it’s a

Long way to that picket fence and I still gotta pay my rent

Plus there's still that little voice inside my head