Lyrics:

Hook

Between your lines, I see strange things

when we touch it's like you're a million miles away

Between your lines I see strange things

I think it's time for me to turn and walk away

Verse 1

Under the guise of being helpful, you entered my life.

Kept me motivated, up for everything feeling the vibes.

Subscribed to more than I had bargained for, when I met you.

I always swore I’d never be in the same crowd as you.

My friends and I roll deep, mile high on the exhale.

Then my homie introduced me, said you'd help me excel.

Guess I was in the right mood to try something new,

I was already walking on clouds, what could I do? Sheesh

All this talk of gate ways I’ve heard it all before.

These days I felt adventurous & ready to explore.

So much, were my emotions, I failed to see, what numb, young and dumb

reaching for you, might as well had been a gun.

Or so I thought at the time probably make matters worse

You were the

root of my crimes, felt like I needed church.

Complicit cause, I knew you long before we met.

You turned my grandpa out, no dignity, you took his check

Hook

Between your lines I see strange things

when we touch it's like your a million miles away

Between your lines I see strange things

I think it's time for me to turn and walk away

Verse 2

Ran into this chick the other day, the way her mouth moved I knew.

She was on that other, I used to be on that too.

Fuel up with alcohol, plus, your feeling the blues?

While you’re on top of the world, contradiction, abuse.

I ain’t to proud, see my own faults, never been one judge.

In her eyes, glazed and nervous, she asked me bout the plug,

party favors all day, I just froze in my place,

temptation made my hands shake. then I’d seen my mistake.

Had I not been who I am, with all the trials of fate.

She and I could have easily traded in place.

God a respects no person? maybe it's grace?

maybe I don’t want to see myself a rat in this race. S

elf-deprecation turned loathing, self-sabotage.

A time I’d, rather forget in my lifes montage…

stolen moments manufactured in this haze of the life.

Night and day, and night again. Nothin Eva feels right.