[Verse 1] One voice tells me, “Build a home.” One says, “Book another flight.” One wants Sunday morning silence. One wants cities every night. I want someone who can know me, I want freedom at the door. Every time I choose one future I start grieving ten more. [Chorus] I want roots and I want runways, I want stillness, I want speed. I want everything I’ve dreamed of, even when those dreams disagree. And I know my indecision doesn’t only live in me. Every time I change direction someone else loses their certainty. [Bridge] Maybe life is not one answer. Maybe balance shifts with time. But I owe the ones who love me more than chaos dressed as “mine.” [Final Chorus] I want roots and I want runways. Maybe both can somehow fit. I just have to stop pretending there is no cost to choosing it.
