Perhaps You'd Prefer a Lie
Someone told me I was wrong
So I told them they were right
Best cut to the chase or we'll be at this all night
Oh, what's become of me?
Did I get close to my dreams
Or did I scare it off when I got a job when I was seventeen?
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
What did you want to be?
Did you think you'd touch the moon
Yeah, I know how you feel
I thought that I would get there too
But what's wrong with this life?
Why's the answer always more?
When our days are sick with beauty from the ceiling to the floor
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
And in the winter of your life
Who will be by your bedside?
All the money that you made or a familiar face saying, "Everything's alright"
Go walkout in the trees
Go stand beside the sea
And tell me you didn't get all for which you wished
That this isn't everything
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
So I told them they were right
Best cut to the chase or we'll be at this all night
Oh, what's become of me?
Did I get close to my dreams
Or did I scare it off when I got a job when I was seventeen?
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
What did you want to be?
Did you think you'd touch the moon
Yeah, I know how you feel
I thought that I would get there too
But what's wrong with this life?
Why's the answer always more?
When our days are sick with beauty from the ceiling to the floor
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
And in the winter of your life
Who will be by your bedside?
All the money that you made or a familiar face saying, "Everything's alright"
Go walkout in the trees
Go stand beside the sea
And tell me you didn't get all for which you wished
That this isn't everything
And you won't want to hear this
You've planned your name written out in lights
But we aren't all bound for greatness
And me, I think that it's fine
But perhaps you'd prefer a lie
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Writer(s): Kye Hillig
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