there is a fine line between blue and baby blue
im not sure i know where iam at all
this isnt what i used to call home
the smell is different, faces are missing
this isnt what i remember happiness feeling like
is it really possible that im a stranger to this city i've lived in for eighteen years?
my expectations have fallen short
iam not here nor there
wherever iam, it isnt right
what happened to being the social butterfly?
it seems like everyone hovers with the same two or three people
not that they shouldnt be with those people, thats not quite what im saying
but what happened to the adventure, to grasping whats outside our bubble?
iam bored with here, here inside this bubble
why am i constantly finding myself wanting to run away to him?
as if he will make it all better
iam never going to be that housewife with a baby blue apron
why am i pretending thats what i want?
that couldn't be further from what i want
maybe i just love the idea of being what he wants me to be
instead of letting him down, like im so good at doing
i dont want to fake this smile anymore
its a waste of effort
because i really dont care what anyone else thinks
so why should i fake it for anyone?
i cant recall a time before now that i remember seeing such a fine line between the past and the present, it seems as simple to differentiate now and then as it is to separate blue from baby blue, aleast for me i guess
the now just isnt as pleasant as baby blue, and its a pity
this isnt what i used to call home
the smell is different, faces are missing
this isnt what i remember happiness feeling like
is it really possible that im a stranger to this city i've lived in for eighteen years?
my expectations have fallen short
iam not here nor there
wherever iam, it isnt right
what happened to being the social butterfly?
it seems like everyone hovers with the same two or three people
not that they shouldnt be with those people, thats not quite what im saying
but what happened to the adventure, to grasping whats outside our bubble?
iam bored with here, here inside this bubble
why am i constantly finding myself wanting to run away to him?
as if he will make it all better
iam never going to be that housewife with a baby blue apron
why am i pretending thats what i want?
that couldn't be further from what i want
maybe i just love the idea of being what he wants me to be
instead of letting him down, like im so good at doing
i dont want to fake this smile anymore
its a waste of effort
because i really dont care what anyone else thinks
so why should i fake it for anyone?
i cant recall a time before now that i remember seeing such a fine line between the past and the present, it seems as simple to differentiate now and then as it is to separate blue from baby blue, aleast for me i guess
the now just isnt as pleasant as baby blue, and its a pity