Complications

She likes to tell herself that she's running the show
And she don't leave cuz there's nowhere to go
Truth is, if her man was gone
She'd hit the town with a red dress on

Places to go and people to see
She's got a thousand complications sayin it'll never be
She used to feel like the Belle of the ball
Now she feels more like a criminal, running from the law

Got her head in an artificial world
Lookin' for love since she was a little girl
Ever reaching for the spirits in the light
Wrappin' her arms around shadows in the night

Always searching for a mystic or a guide
Who will bring her all her answers from the other side
Filling her cup; taking all that she can get
From her thousand closest friends that she aint never met

Today's the day she says she's walking out the door
But you know that she isn't, cuz you've heard it all before
Tears of sorrow and so many words of rage
And many past regrets of all the wars she never waged

The sun is rising and it's shining all around
But there's a thousand drops of rain that she's wearing like a crown
Always the one to wear her heart out on her sleeve
But going round in circles, well, it aint the way to leave

Complications
So many complications, yeah
Complications
Complications
Complications, yeah
So many complications, yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Derek Paul Warne, Guy Edward Chervenka, Maurice Raymond Motut, Rob Richard Edward Mclatchy
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