for a long time i was in love
not only in love, i was obsessed
with a friendship that no one else could touch
it didn't work out, i'm covered in shells
and all i wanted was the simple things
a simple kind of life
and all i needed was a simple man
so i could be the wife

i'm so ashamed, i've been so mean
i don't know how it got to this point
i always was the one with all the love
you came along, i'm hunting you down

like a sick domestic abuser looking for a fight
and all i wanted was the simple things
a simple kind of life

if we met tomorrow for the very first time
would it start all over again?
would i try to make you mine?

i always thought i'd be a mom
sometimes i wish for a mistake
the longer that i wait the more selfish that i get
you seem like you'd be a good dad

now all those simple things are simply too
complicated for my life
how'd i get so faithful to my freedom?
when all i ever wanted was the simple things
a simple kind of life...