I've got a lot to say

It's gotten me in trouble before but never like it has with you today

The line was drawn but you erased it and said it's all ok

And now I don't know what to play, today

That type of music isn't my kind of thing

But then your soul let me in, like I was begging for it

But it's the way that you talk, and the way that I sing, it scares the hell outta you and scares the hell right back in to me

It's all I need to see

I never could have guessed it before

But you're in just as much trouble as me

The wasted time, the spoiled wine, it's not how it should be

That type of music isn't my kind of thing

But then your soul let me in, like I was begging for it

But it's the way that you talk, and the way that I sing, it scares the hell outta you and scares the hell right back in to me

And can't you see

What you mean to me

That type of music isn't my kind of thing

But then your soul let me in, like I was begging for it

But it's the way that you talk, and the way that I sing, it scares the hell outta you and scares the hell right back in to me