Crossing Lines

I've been pretty good at putting on a face Singing songs no one will hear and tarnishing my name Three pills, a wasted drink, an hallucinogen and Telling friends I don't know when I'll see their face again But I'm pretty good at faking sober and Pretty good at crossing over Those lines, oh, those lines It's not all black and white, no It's not all cut and dry There's little bits of gray in between And I don't know why I am the way I am But if you stick around a while Oh, maybe you will see That I'm pretty good at faking sober and Pretty good at crossing over Those lines, oh, those lines I'm just a dreamer who's getting older Keep making the same mistakes over and over I'm getting tired of making excuses While my mother keeps on praying to Jesus That I make a change from my wicked ways But I keep on doing all the same damn things 'Cause I'm pretty good at faking sober and Pretty good at crossing over Those lines, oh, those lines Oh, those lines