Lines

This is lines at 11 percent battery I was born to a long one Had a thing for stepping cross one If you catch me past most 12:00 a.m.'s You'll find me swerving off some lines, lines Yeah, work's got me strung out Coming home to a ghost town Yeah, I can't sleep, it's killing me I keep telling myself it ain't 'cause of these white lines, lines But I swear I'm trying to get out of this hell Every time I look for love, I end up hurting myself From the outside looking in, I'm just fucked up again If you cared enough, you'd see There's more to me that meets the eye If you read between the lines Yeah, I guess we finally burned out She's in someone else's truck now All those 'never agains' and 'where you beens' Turned into me running out of lines, lines But I swear I'm trying to get out of this hell Every time I look for love, I end up hurting myself From the outside looking in, I'm just fucked up again If you cared enough, you'd see There's more to me than meets the eye If you read between The lines on the bathroom counter All the ones from the drunk texts after Every time I try to rewrite my lines I get stuck here in this chapter But I swear I'm trying to get out of this hell Every time I look for love, I end up hurting myself From the outside looking in, I'm just fucked up again If you cared enough, you'd see There's more to me than meets the eye If you read between the-