It's not simple to say,
most days I don't recognize me,
this shoes and this apron,
this place and these patrons,
have taken more than I gave them.
It's not easy to know,
I'll deny anything and I used to be bold (?),
it's true,
I was never
Attention's sweet center
And I still remember that look.
She's imperfect but she tries,
She is good but she lies,
She is hard on herself
She is broken but won't ask for help.
She is messy but she is kind,
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone but she used to be mine.
It's not what I asked for,
Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor
and calls out a person and makes them believe it's all true, and now I got you.
And you're not what I asked for,
if I'm honest I know,
I would give it up for a chance to start over
And rewrite an ending or two for the girl that I knew
Who'd be reckless just in love,
Who'd get hurt but who learns how to tough it up,
When she's bruised
Gets used
By a man who can't love,
Then she'll get stuck and be scared
Of the life that's inside her,
Growing stronger each day
'Til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes,
It's been gone but it used to be mine
Used to be mine...
She's imperfect but she is kind,
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone but she used to be mine.
most days I don't recognize me,
this shoes and this apron,
this place and these patrons,
have taken more than I gave them.
It's not easy to know,
I'll deny anything and I used to be bold (?),
it's true,
I was never
Attention's sweet center
And I still remember that look.
She's imperfect but she tries,
She is good but she lies,
She is hard on herself
She is broken but won't ask for help.
She is messy but she is kind,
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone but she used to be mine.
It's not what I asked for,
Sometimes life just slips in through a backdoor
and calls out a person and makes them believe it's all true, and now I got you.
And you're not what I asked for,
if I'm honest I know,
I would give it up for a chance to start over
And rewrite an ending or two for the girl that I knew
Who'd be reckless just in love,
Who'd get hurt but who learns how to tough it up,
When she's bruised
Gets used
By a man who can't love,
Then she'll get stuck and be scared
Of the life that's inside her,
Growing stronger each day
'Til it finally reminds her
To fight just a little to bring back the fire in her eyes,
It's been gone but it used to be mine
Used to be mine...
She's imperfect but she is kind,
She is lonely most of the time
She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie,
She is gone but she used to be mine.