Drift between the lanes I'm drifting through your arms I've got this feeling I'll be drifting here for years. I draw my lines through the center of you to make it even even if you've gone. Every time 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 through 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. Every time 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. Every time I fall I'll just stand myself back up. All the wrong reasons I reason and that's reason enough for me.