She loves her mama’s lemonade,
Hates the sound that goodbyes make.
She prays one day she’ll find someone to need her.
She swears that there’s no difference,
Between the lies and compliments.
It’s all the same if everybody leaves her.
And every magazine tells her she’s not good enough,
The pictures that she sees make her cry.

And she would change everything, everything, just ask her.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster.
She just needs someone to take her home.

She’s giving boys what they want, tries to act so nonchalant,
Afraid they’ll see that she’s lost her direction.
She never stays the same for long,
Assuming that she’ll get it wrong.
Perfect only in her imperfections.
She’s not a drama queen,
She doesn’t want to feel this way,
Only seventeen but tired

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between, a beautiful disaster.
But she just needs someone to take her home.

Cuz she’s just the way she is, but no one’s told her that’s ok.

And she would change everything, everything, just ask her.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster.

She would change everything for happy ever after.
Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster.

But she just needs someone to take her home
And she just needs someone to take her home.

I’m glad I never lived next to the water
So I could never get used to the beach,
And I’m glad I never grew up on a mountain
To figure out how high the world could reach.

I love the miles between me and the city,
Where I quietly imagine every street.
And I’m glad I’m only picturing the moment.
I’m glad she never fell in love with me.

For some the world’s a treasure to discover.
And your scenery should never stay the same.
And they’re trading in their dreams for explanations.
All in an attempt to entertain.

But I love the miles between me and the city,
Where I quietly imagine every street.
And I’m glad I’m only picturing the moment.
I’m glad she never fell in love with me

The trick of love is to never let it find you.
It’s easy to get over missing out.
I know the how’s and when’s, but now and then,
She’s all I think about.

I wonder how it feels to be famous,
But wonder is as far as I will go.
Because I’d probably lose myself in all the pictures,
And end up being someone I don’t know.

So it’s probably best I stay in Indiana,
Just dreaming of the world as it should be.
Where every day is a battle to convince myself
I’m glad she never fell in love with me.