| Staring down the face of the ocean |
| Familiar the next shade of blue |
| Talk about a heart of devotion |
| And the broken parts that return to you |
| You’re nothing like your cousin, the know it all |
| Red state politic, fake southern draw |
| It’s easy to get mixed in emotion |
| Hard wired means willing to lose |
| Give me the clear cut truth yeah I want it bad |
| 'Cause nobody here’s reading minds like a polygraph |
| Don’t have to slow dance with the next thought you have |
| Nobody here’s drawing lines like a polygraph |
| It was the inside joke of the century |
| But now the punch line’s getting confused |
| Worry is an online accessory |
| And my eyes are tired of reading the room |
| At the end of the day |
| At the end of the night |
| Beginning with each other |
| Want to hold you closer |
| Give me the clear cut truth yeah I want it bad |
| 'Cause nobody here’s reading minds like a polygraph |
| Don’t have to slow dance with the next thought you have |
| Nobody here’s drawing lines like a polygraph |
| Give me the clear cut truth yeah I want it bad |
| 'Cause nobody here’s reading minds like a polygraph |
| Don’t have to slow dance with the next thought you have |
| Nobody here’s drawing lines like a polygraph |