Lyric

They say that "Life is a series of choices,"

I hear them, I hear all the echoing voices

Well then, what should I do with today?

Maybe start the laundry, clear the gray

Round and round the water goes

Wait, I can’t just watch how the river flows!

Cut the ties with the news that brings me down

Time to head out and walk through the town

One by one, the ideas start to float

Sunday’s here, wearing its brightest coat

Let’s line up some luxuries, big and small

Let’s see how far I can go, after all

Lately, bit by bit, I’ve learned to find

Shops I can enter with a quiet mind

Without asking anyone "is this okay?"

Maybe it’s a sad kind of growth, in a way

The things I found all by myself, you see

Mean more than the things that you chose for me

As they outnumber your taste, bit by bit

My heart aches, but says "I’m fine with it."

Rather than searching for a reason why

I chose you under that distant sky

I’ll just compare these flower vases here

Colorful and bright, making everything clear

"I have plans this week," is what you say

That’s fine, I’ll find my own kind of way

Should I hit the calculator for a start?

Thinking and doubting, playing my part

Wait, my budget’s over! What a mess

Too many dreams, I must confess

Found a new place on the railway line

Moving out, making the future mine

Seasons shift, and my birthday is here

No more regrets, no more lingering fear

I’m sure you won’t look for me anyway

As I turn the page on this sunny day

In the lifestyle you chose to call your own

There was never a place for me to be known

I realized it deep down, long ago

But I looked away, so I wouldn’t know

I’m glad I looked for the reasons why

Before this day came to say goodbye

The memories lined up inside this room

And my camera roll... Bye-bye to the gloom

"Life is a series of choices," they say

I hear them, and I’m starting my day

I’ll choose my tomorrow, brave and new

The "me" that chose you, once upon a time

Is fading into the Sunday sky, sublime

Opening the window on this balcony small

I’m waving my hands, letting go of it all

The air is fresh, the spirit is free

It’s a perfect day for laundry—and for choosing me!

A perfect day for choices

A perfect day for laundry

(Whistling a happy tune)

Everything's gonna be alright