Drift between the lanes
I'm drifting through your arms
I've got this feeling I'll be drifiting here for years.
I draw my lines through the center of you
to make it even
even if you've gone.

Everytime I fall
I'll just stand myself
back up.
All the wrong reasons I reason
and that's reason enough for me.

You're lying in front of me
You're lying thorugh your teeth
But there is nowhere else I'd rather be
I'm making this my business
I'm making it my trade
You've got your beauty, well
You've got it made.

Everytime I fall
I'll just stand myself
back up.
All the wrong reasons I reason
and that's reason enough for me.

If you play your cards right
you can make it a sickness,
you can make it a disease
If I play my cards right
I'll make it a sickness
I can make it a disease
This is America
land of the guilt-free.

Everytime I fall
I'll just stand myself
back up.
All the wrong reasons I reason
and that's reason enough for me.