the big beige house

8pm, me in the passenger seat of the car 

the knot in my stomach slowly growing taking up my whole body 

as I look at the suburbs I am driving by I take a second 

to look at each bland house, one after another 

the knot in my stomach slowly growing taking up my whole body 

the big beige houses each one with a perfectly mowed lawn 

to look at each bland house, one after another 

is this my future, to live in one of these identical homes 

the big beige houses each one with a perfectly mowed lawn 

is this where I am headed, what if this is where I spend the rest of my life 

is this my future, to live in one of these identical homes 

I turn my head, forward instead 

is this where I am headed, what if this is where I spend the rest of my life 

I want a house full of love, and color and whimsy 

I turn my head, forward instead 

to a future that has a colorful house 

I turn my head, forward instead 

to a future that has a colorful house