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 outrageous 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" Maybe I'm more hell-bent on living than I am on just surviving