Crossing State Lines - Morgan Wade

Lyrics by：Morgan Wade

Composed by：Morgan Wade

Produced by：Clint Wells

You're an early morning open-ended chat

I think you might kill me

Hell I'd love to burn out like that

Yeah you're stumbling down the street

Hey baby you're wasted

Yet you're the kind of innocence I've never tasted

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me and I wanted you to

I never held you tight and I never tasted your lips

I thought I found heaven and what kinda hell was this

You're talking too loud in a crowded theater

I almost said too much

And you said let's save the rest for later

You're a black t-shirt end of that bar at 12 a.m.

I'm headed to work hungover saying I ain't ever drinking again

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me and I wanted you to

I never held you tight and I never tasted your lips

Yeah I thought I found heaven and what kinda hell was this

Well you came so late I swear you left so fast

You coulda been my future and now you're my past

And I'm just some memory that with each and every day will fade

I'm sure you forgot me by the time your car hit the interstate

Now you're crossing state lines

And I'm trying real hard to get over you

You never wanted me and I wanted you to

I never held you tight and I never tasted your lips

Yeah I thought I found heaven and what kinda hell was this

Yeah you looked like heaven and what kinda hell was this

Yeah you looked like heaven and what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell was this

Yeah you looked like heaven and what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell what kinda hell what kinda hell what kinda hell was this

What kinda hell was this