Crossing Lines

Well, I've been pretty good at putting on a face

Singing songs no one'll hear and tarnishing my name

Three pills, a wasted drink, and 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

Lines

Oh, those lines