If I told you all the things
I had to say
I think my heart would break
'Cause I know you like to be the first
To cut the cake
Even when it's not your birthday

You say you love me
I say it back
You raise your voice
Sometimes we laugh
But why's it have to be like that?
There's more to life than a photograph

You think you know what's in my head
If I had my way
I won't be sad
But why's it have to be like that?
I just want to be a pink giraffe