Just Maybe

I live on the west side,

In this quiet little loft.

5000 square feet,

Maybe little's a little off.

But it's still cozy,

Having parties all the time.

Friends waiting in line to get in.

She live on the east side,

In this gigantic studio.

300 square feet,

Ok it's small but it's still a place to go.

And we'll meet up in the middle for coffee

Ok I'll get a protein shake, she'll have a coffee cake

And maybe she's quirky

Maybe she's great

Maybe I like her

And maybe it's fate.

Just maybe

Just maybe

And her schools down town,

Private and pretentious.

Mines uptown,

Public and contentious.

But we'll meet up in the middle,

For dinner

She'll get something an franca I'll get a PB&J

And maybe she's perfect

And maybe she's strange

Maybe I love her

But maybe that'll change

Just maybe

Just maybe

The cliché will set in

And she'll say it's not you it's me

And the tribe will relapse

And your love will collapse

Without a second to see

What happened

What happened

And maybe it's over

And maybe she's through

Maybe she moved on

But you can't say the same for you

Just maybe

Just maybe...