Lines Songtext
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Lines Songtext
Another weekend, oh
I was with my friends at a show
While you were sneaking, oh
You forgot you said you′d drive me home
So took a taxi home, cold and alone
In the dark on my own
So we're not speaking, no
Read between the silence on the phone
I′m not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all
You'll be acting like you don′t know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I′m singing this song
Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said I don′t care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines
My girl was swiping, through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on, you
Didn′t think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough, losing trust
And there′s nothing left to do
You put a hex on us
And you′ve got a lot to undo
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you′re the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all
You'll be acting like you don′t know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said I don't care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines
So this is it, your final strike
I've given you chances, you′re a lucky guy
Love is pure, it's kerosine
Neither of us are perfect, but you′re just being mean
So cross my heart, leave me to die
Stick a needle, in my eye
Fool me once, fool me twice
One more time, then you've crossed the...
Line, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines
I was with my friends at a show
While you were sneaking, oh
You forgot you said you′d drive me home
So took a taxi home, cold and alone
In the dark on my own
So we're not speaking, no
Read between the silence on the phone
I′m not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you're the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all
You'll be acting like you don′t know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I′m singing this song
Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said I don′t care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there's a thing called lines
My girl was swiping, through
Funny how she came across you
So she swiped right on, you
Didn′t think you'd swipe right too
I've had about enough, losing trust
And there′s nothing left to do
You put a hex on us
And you′ve got a lot to undo
I'm not the kind of girl that would go flipping you off
But you′re the kind of guy that gives nothing while taking it all
You'll be acting like you don′t know what you did that was wrong
So I hope you pay attention while I'm singing this song
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said I don't care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines
So this is it, your final strike
I've given you chances, you′re a lucky guy
Love is pure, it's kerosine
Neither of us are perfect, but you′re just being mean
So cross my heart, leave me to die
Stick a needle, in my eye
Fool me once, fool me twice
One more time, then you've crossed the...
Line, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines, oh-oh
And I said don't care, but maybe I might
Baby, there's a thing called lies, oh-oh
But yours aren′t white, oh-oh
I wrote your sorries down, and I crossed them out
A thing called lines, oh-oh, lines, oh-oh
Lines, oh-oh, there′s a thing called lines
Writer(s): Nathan John Ferraro, Joel Jordan Stouffer, Elizabeth Boland, Michael Joseph Wise, Megan Buelow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com