Songtext The idea Little Big Town

The idea

The idea that twenty-four
Meant a white dress on the floor
Too much champagne and a plane to Mexico
Your idea was dinner made
TV on, the kids are bathed
I'd still be fun like twenty-one
But that ain't ever how it goes

What you see and what you get
Ain't what you saw the day we met
Bet you never thought forever meant regret

You don't love me, let's be honest
I ain't the woman that you wanted
If it wasn't for a promise, you'd be gone
She's the dream that you created
She's the picture that you painted
But no matter how you hang it
It's still wrong, ain't right for us
To try to live this life when
We know it ain't real
You don't love me
You just love the idea
Ain't an option not to make it
If we're unhappy, we can fake it
If it hurts, you go to work
We go to church, we never tell
That it's gone to hell

You don't love me, let's be honest
I ain't the woman that you wanted
If it wasn't for a promise, you'd be gone
She's the dream that you created
She's the picture that you painted
But no matter how you hang it
It's still wrong, ain't right for us
To try to live this life when
We know it ain't real
You don't love me
You just love the

Idea of picket fences
Be the envy of our friends
And do the things that all the perfect families do
'Cause you can't bear the thought of splitting things in two

You don't love me, let's be honest
I ain't the woman that you wanted
If it wasn't for a promise, you'd be gone, long gone
She's the dream that you created
She's the picture that you painted
It don't matter if I hate it
It's still wrong, ain't right for us
To try to live this life when
We know it ain't real
You don't love me
You just love the
You won't want me
You just want the idea