You Read between the lines like I'm a magazine baby
My heart goes to my head and I start thinkin' that maybe
This beautiful end to this tragic beginning
Is a simple goodbye away from both of us winning.
Won't make any drama outta this crisis baby
Take chances on this broken heart get lucky just maybe
The walls have good eyes and the room has good ears
But you take half of what you see and none of what you hear.
Sun in your eyes, made some of your lies worth believing
Real eyes realize where the real lies hide
What's half done already can be left to be sung baby
Tables are turned, we'll shake hands and part there's no maybe
