Empty, frozen, glossy, and forced
You smile for the camera in an endless pose
Adorned with cowboy hat, concealer, and drooling baby
All necessities, fashion accessories
Paired with flannel plaid or shimmery tube top
Skinny jeans to stuff in those boots
Lamenting the good ol' days of high school
When you still fit into those clothes
And you still thought life was an open road
Gravel road that is, booze-cruising music blaring
Back when that was still exciting
And a cute boy was your princess dream
Now you want one who brings home a paycheck
Doesn't beat you too hard in front of your friends
Fifteen, Rodeo Queen, lip gloss had to come to an end
Tired and typical, this is all there is
You're sure of it now and
Prob'ly suspected way back when
Just like your mom's mama and her mama
and every generation since then.
I would give anything for adventure if you would give everything for love.
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