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