Lead in night at the laundry mat
And I'm staring at you pulling clothes from a dryer
And I'm wondering how I got here
But it seems some how I keep getting stuck in the mire
I needed this more than you I knew
And I let you down and I said I'm sorry
But the light that falls on my castle walls
And my basketballs pelt me with bricks in my dreams
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
If I could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent
They'd be nutmeg peach and they'd pay the rent
And I'd ride a horse, and I'd teach a course
On how I got to be a star crossed pimp
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
And I'm staring at you pulling clothes from a dryer
And I'm wondering how I got here
But it seems some how I keep getting stuck in the mire
I needed this more than you I knew
And I let you down and I said I'm sorry
But the light that falls on my castle walls
And my basketballs pelt me with bricks in my dreams
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
If I could bottle my hopes in a store bought scent
They'd be nutmeg peach and they'd pay the rent
And I'd ride a horse, and I'd teach a course
On how I got to be a star crossed pimp
Tonight
Oh, maybe
What you need I hope it finds you
Oh, I might
I might be
Well, maybe
Maybe someday you'll get it right
Lyrics submitted by weezerific:cutlery
An Ode to Maybe Lyrics as written by Brad Hargreaves Arion Salazar
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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I think this song is about self esteem and for those who like me, lack it. We are too afraid to approach and makes things happen so instead of doing anything, we just sit back and watch the "pretty girl at the laundromat" and wonder what would happen if maybe, we could speak up.
My fav line is the Star Crossed Pimp. Stephan is a lyrical genius, Kanye can go fuck himself.