Roses More than Water

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 outragous 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"