Boy From Carolina

I think I might know you the best after midnight
Tipsy on red wine
Black dress, skin-tight, hands fit so well on my waistline
You say, "You're all mine"

So, how do I know your skin?
How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in
You never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know

I could pick him right out of a line-up
Southern lookin' boy from Carolina with blue eyes
But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line
And I'm walkin' on the wire

I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy
And a damn good liar

Long day, tracin' freckles that paint constellations
Pull me back in
Half smile, dark hair, cologne that lingers through the air
Now I smell it everywhere

So, how do I know your skin?
How do I know your touch?
But you never let me in
No, you never open up
I don't know what this is
Is it me? Is it you? Is it us?
But I know

I could pick him right out of a line-up
Southern lookin' boy from Carolina with blue eyes
But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line
And I'm walkin' on the wire

I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy
And a damn good liar

Good liar
He's a damn good liar
Fine line

I know he's lyin', but he's still comin' home
And I don't wanna sleep here all alone
I know he's lyin', but I bet you he already knows
That I'm not gonna be the one to let this go, oh, mm

I could pick him right out of a line-up
That's my boy, my boy with blue eyes
But I don't know what's behind 'em, it's a fine line
And I'm walkin' on the wire

I wish I could read him, I've been tryna
Make sense of what's been goin' on inside his sweet mind
But I don't know what he's hidin', he's a good guy
And a damn good liar