You'll Be...

You’ll be normal, you’ll be normal.
One day you’ll stop dreaming big.
You’ll graduate and begin teaching to a bunch of kids,
pretending that this is what you wanted all along.
You’ll stop dreaming about the stage,
Singing to a sold out crowd.
You’ll be normal, you’ll be normal.

Someday in the little distant future you’ll meet that guy,
that normal guy.
He’ll make you laugh, but never cry. It’s cause he’s normal.
You two will have those babies you’ll already have named together, all five of them,
And you’ll tell them when they’re older what you really wanted to be
when you were a little girl and all that you dreamed.
You’ll be normal, you’ll be normal.

When your kids are teens,
trying to decide if they want to be normal,
You’ll divorce daddy cause you’re drowning on the inside and can’t lie anymore.
You’ll find a young guy,
Someone that your friends wouldn’t date in a million years
(but they dream about him at night when they touch themselves in their lonely, normal beds)
He makes you feel new, young again.
Far from who you are.
But in the end it’s all a lie.
You’re normal, you’re normal.