I want to be loved gently
You don't have to take me home
Smothered between the bedsheets
Then left out in the cold
Please love me on purpose
And not because you're bored
Bring me home some flowers
Just not because you're told

Don't need a perfect ending
I just want to be content
There's so many things
I wish you'd understand

Driving down the freeway
Riding at 95
Saw the way you see her
And didn't want to be alive
Wishing on every penny
For you to come back home
I knew our love was messy
But didn't want to be alone

Don't need a perfect ending
I just want to be content
There's so many things
I wish you'd understand

When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn
When is it my turn