I'm a perfect storm of circumstance I flirted with fire When I felt your touch I knew I Was along for the ride It's getting late but I don't want to go So I look for accommodation Something's telling me that you're faking I'm all out is there a place we can get some? No one laughs, does that mean I'm no fun? All the lights can be so distracting As I keep the car from crashing It's getting late but I don't want to go So I look for accommodation So mean that you're faking ♪ 'Cause I'm walking on that made up line And I'm hoping I don't fall off blind And I'm walking on that made up line And I'm hoping I don't fall off blind, blind, blind I wish that you could see I wish that I could believe in you