The Token

Written by: Elise Davis, Clint Wells

If I could make you love me
If I could have your kids
A white picket fence, a life that made sense
That'd be the token

When I was just a girl
In a great big world
I was playing the part wild at heart
What happened to her

Another exit sign
Another late night drive
I feel like a spark, a city in the dark
Most all the time

We spend our lives holding out for something
But I say we're broken and maybe knowing that's the token
 

A glass of champagne
Money or fame
How it all starts to fade, in the bed that we've made
We're all just the same 

We spend our lives holding out for something
But I say we're broken and maybe knowing that's the token,
We spend our lives worrying about nothing
It's okay to be broken, and maybe knowing that’s the token
It's okay to be broken,
Maybe knowing that’s the token.