You're an early morning open-ended chat

I think you might kill me

Hell, I'd love to burn out like that

Yeah, you're stumbling down the street

Hey baby, you're wasted

Yet you're the kind of innocence I've never tasted.

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me, and I wanted you to

I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips

I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.

You're talking too loud in a crowded theater

I almost said too much

And you said, "let's save the rest for later"

You're a black t-shirt end of that bar at 12 a.m.

I'm headed to work hungover, saying, "I ain't ever drinking again".

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me, and I wanted you to

I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips

Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.

Well, you came so late, I swear you left so fast

You coulda been my future, and now you're my past

And I'm just some memory that, with each and every day, will fade

I'm sure you forgot me by the time your car hit the interstate.

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me, and I wanted you to

I never held you tight, and I never tasted your lips

Yeah, I thought I found heaven, and what kinda hell was this.

Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this

Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell was this

Yeah, you looked like heaven, and what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell, what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell was this.