Making Any Sense

When I don't wanna wake up
You throw hot coffee on my face
I think you are the best and the worst person in the human race
Now you're a dress maker
Who wants to be grave digger
A paleontologist
But do you even really exist?
You are not making any sense
And you are not making any sense
Yeah
You are not making any sense
But that's what I love about you
Yeah
Now you're a chiropractor
Still read the newspaper
You'd dive off of a cliff just to cross it off your bucket list
I see a blue and black dress
While you see gold and white
Disagree on everything when we go out we'll have a fun night
You are not making any sense
And you are not making any sense
Yeah
You are not making any sense
But that's what I love about you
Wow
And all the fun we had last week
Hope mends this contrary
When I see your face
I'm all jumbled inside
That's what I hate about you
That's what I love about you
When I don't wanna live life
You show me that you care
Elevator operator but you'd rather take the stairs
There's nothing you can't do
Except tell me your feelings
I'll spend my whole life trying to decipher and understand
You are not making any sense
And you are not making any sense
Yeah
You are not making any sense
But that's what I love about you
Wow



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Writer(s): Hoyt Horatio Yeatman Iv, Kyle Harrington Hart, Michael John Burkett, Trevor James Smith
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