Talking to Strangers
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I lost touch
And it hurts just a little
I think I'm mixing metaphors they call you the big dipper
Remarks we make when we're apart weave our dreams together
We're uneven, we're not severed
Connected by the weather
White or green
A shade of gray
Black denim or some leather
And it hurts just a little
And it hurts just a little
Knick knack knee cap smack
Find Fido a home
You say you need your space but also say you feel alone
Bottles kept on ice and a vessel of cologne
It's unknown the scent you sent
A gallon drunk or slightly stoned
An evening with a one-two punch
Say you need your space but also say you feel alone
An evening with a one-two punch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I lost touch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I've lost touch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I've lost touch
I've said too much
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I lost touch
And it hurts just a little
I think I'm mixing metaphors they call you the big dipper
Remarks we make when we're apart weave our dreams together
We're uneven, we're not severed
Connected by the weather
White or green
A shade of gray
Black denim or some leather
And it hurts just a little
And it hurts just a little
Knick knack knee cap smack
Find Fido a home
You say you need your space but also say you feel alone
Bottles kept on ice and a vessel of cologne
It's unknown the scent you sent
A gallon drunk or slightly stoned
An evening with a one-two punch
Say you need your space but also say you feel alone
An evening with a one-two punch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I lost touch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I've lost touch
We were talking to strangers
Pouring out anger
Saying too much
I had all the excuses
But I couldn't lose this
Now I've lost touch
I've said too much
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Writer(s): Christopher Clarke, Emily K Gabriele
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