Thinking out loud
We had a meeting at the farmer's market.
And talked over a bottle of wine.
A parliament, my cigarette, he sparked it.
And I knew I was playing with fire.
Man I shouldn't have came here alone.
I've been looking for love in all the wrong places.
Been telling myself I'm grown.
But when I look in his eyes I'm his girl and he knows it.
You kiss like you love me now.
You know I can't tune that out.
Your frequency hits me less frequently.
I have to haunt my dreams.
You can't stay mad at me.
Just cause we're supposed to be don't mean we're gonna be.
You can still break my heart.
Even if we're only messing arond.
Something's different now.
I'm just thinking out loud.
And I try to be cool.
But my feelings keep pulling me down.
I'm different now.
I'm just thinking out loud.
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