Hook Line And Sinking

We've got a ways to go
While I'm working out
The weird balance
That no one ever told me about
Do I smile or just turn around
Lay my cards down
Before you find me out

I'm not only breathing to day dream at night
When I could be there to fuck things up in real time

I'm just an ankle biter
And you go for the throat
I get that heavy feeling
In the pit of my small intestine

But no chance, I'm out of my element
No way I make the best of it
No chance I'm out of my element
No way I make the best of it
I need someone who gives second chances
You need someone who actually gives a shit

So maybe I was never prom queen
But one day we realize the earth is still rotating
And maybe I'm a catch but right now I'm drowning
So reel me in hook, line I'm sinking

I'm just an ankle biter
And you go for the throat
I get that heavy feeling
In the pit of my small intestine

But no chance, I'm out of my element
No way I make the best of it
No chance I'm out of my element
No way I make the best of it
I need someone who gives second chances
You need someone who actually gives a shit



Credits
Writer(s): Chris Perez, Giuliano Messina, Jordan Calhoun, Michael Nusbaum
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