Maybe
Trains keep running, hearts keep breaking
I keep writing songs
About things that are out of my control
But I pretend they're not
And then wonder why the outcome's not what I planned for
Oh, 'cause lately, I tend to answer with "maybe"
'Cause commitment seems so scary
And I miss just being bored, yeah
I swear, baby, I'm not the one that's crazy
You say that I'm too picky
But there's too much on my plate
I've never been the one to spend hours together
I love my friends, but I love silence even better
And I love my parents, but I can't keep all my promises, yeah
Maybe I should start thinking less
Live my life how it fits me best
Cut off all the ones who cannot comprehend that
Maybe, I'm not doing well (no)
And maybe, it's just not about them, no, no, no (no)
Oh, 'cause lately, I tend to answer with "maybe"
'Cause commitment seems so scary
And I miss just being bored, yeah
I swear, baby, I'm not the one that's crazy
You say that I'm too picky
But there's too much on my plate
(Too much on my plate, na-na-na, yeah)
(Too much on my plate)
Here's my promise to myself and whoever is bothered
By the fact that I don't know how to say "yes" or "no"
That I need control and that I cannot just let it go
So I promise, I'll take the pills that you feed me
I promise, I'll let go of the parts of myself that I like
I'll be focused and nice
Perfect slave to the system we're in
I keep writing songs
About things that are out of my control
But I pretend they're not
And then wonder why the outcome's not what I planned for
Oh, 'cause lately, I tend to answer with "maybe"
'Cause commitment seems so scary
And I miss just being bored, yeah
I swear, baby, I'm not the one that's crazy
You say that I'm too picky
But there's too much on my plate
I've never been the one to spend hours together
I love my friends, but I love silence even better
And I love my parents, but I can't keep all my promises, yeah
Maybe I should start thinking less
Live my life how it fits me best
Cut off all the ones who cannot comprehend that
Maybe, I'm not doing well (no)
And maybe, it's just not about them, no, no, no (no)
Oh, 'cause lately, I tend to answer with "maybe"
'Cause commitment seems so scary
And I miss just being bored, yeah
I swear, baby, I'm not the one that's crazy
You say that I'm too picky
But there's too much on my plate
(Too much on my plate, na-na-na, yeah)
(Too much on my plate)
Here's my promise to myself and whoever is bothered
By the fact that I don't know how to say "yes" or "no"
That I need control and that I cannot just let it go
So I promise, I'll take the pills that you feed me
I promise, I'll let go of the parts of myself that I like
I'll be focused and nice
Perfect slave to the system we're in
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Writer(s): Fredrik Andreas Andersson, Ingvar Bjorn Irhagen
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