Iowa

Winter is listless and I'm a little bit like it I can't seem to sit still but I can't seem to move And everyone I meet is a little bit like me Keep selling me something you don't need to prove You keep selling me something you don't need to prove And if I don't like it, I'll move to Iowa 'cause I've got no problem with places unseen it's the ones that I've loved like the curve of your collar bone careful, now, careful or they don't let you leave careful, now, careful or they don't let you leave it keeps getting better but some days it feels worse I don't know what to conquer to determine my worth I try roadways and I mark the map where I've been in my doorway but I always come back here again in my doorway but I always come back here again singing: if I don't like it, I'll move to Iowa 'cause I've got no problem with places unseen it's the ones that I've lost like a New York apartment you walked down the staircase still looking at me you walked down the staircase and I let you leave I let you leave I don't think they notice how lonesome I've gotten I learn about fashion to dress up my self-loathing but in the morning how I wake up and I give it my best to be honest and kind and try not to regress besides, I know that the solace in sadness is talk whether singing or sobbing or swearing it off so I keep my eyes open keep a hand on my heart say I'm bold brave and forthright and it isn't my fault no it's not (my fault) no it's not (my fault) and if I don't like it I'll move to Iowa 'cause I've got no problem with places unseen it's the ones that I've known like a cold city winter blow like a blizzard (the wind in the trees) blow like a blizzard (me and my needs) blow like a blizzard and please, pass over me