State Lines Linger
All your composure shows is you know how to lie. You know how it goes
All your conviction says is there's a crutch on your lip and a hole in my chest
Asking your friends where you hang
Been thinking of new routes and ways
Still saw you the other day. Buried my head, covered my face
And I just need you to know-
Though I'm not wrapped around your finger
Sometimes I seem to linger around your front door
I don't know what I'm looking for
