More songs by Ty Myers
Description
Additional Engineer, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Producer, Editor: Brandon Hood
Lyricist, Lead Vocalist, Associated Performer, Composer: Ty Myers
Electric Guitar: Kris Donegan
Electric Guitar: Tom Bukovac
Steel Guitar: Bruce Bouton
Bass: Mark Hill
Drums: Chris McHugh
Percussion: Eric Darken
Keyboards: Gordon Mote
Background Vocal: Vicki Hampton
Background Vocal: Gale Mayes
Editor, Background Vocal: Trey Keller
Trumpet, Fluegelhorn: Steve Patrick
Horn: Barry Green
Flute, Saxophone: Jovan Quallo
Trombone: Jonathan Salcedo
Composer, Lyricist: Scooter Carusoe
Mixing Engineer, Additional Engineer, Recording Engineer: Seth Morton
Assistant Recording Engineer: Lance Van Dyke
Editor: Mark Hagen
Mastering Engineer: Nathan Dantzler
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Harrison Tate
Coordinator: Jake Hill
Lyrics and translation
Original
She's still of the state of mind, that love is just a bottom line of lies.
So she's ignoring all the signs, let a villain like me cross the battle lines.
With closing time closing in, we're curbside taxi cab diving in.
Making out to a dashboard song, tipping that driver to take the long way home.
Can't get back doorstep, walk away, 'cause at 2 AM, those aren't the words you say.
It's written all on your face, we both want me to stay.
I know you do, but I hope you don't expect me to be your late night telephone.
Talking all night long, girl, you got it all wrong.
'Cause when the morning comes, I'll be gone.
And you can tell your friends, that I did you wrong.
And they'll all hate me, but I can't say I disagree.
This kind of life is meant for being free, and love ain't all it's cracked up to be.
From the door into the sheets, you look over and lie and say you love me.
And even though it isn't true, I can't resist the urge to let you hear it, too.
We're not falling, we're playing games.
We're both guilty, should be no one to blame.
No one to blame.
'Cause when the morning comes, I'll be gone.
And you can tell your friends, that I did you wrong.
And they'll all hate me, but I can't say I disagree.
This kind of life is meant for being free, and love ain't all it's cracked up to be.
She's still of the state of mind, that love is just a bottom line of lies.
English translation
She's still of the state of mind, that love is just a bottom line of lies.
So she's ignoring all the signs, let a villain like me cross the battle lines.
With closing time closing in, we're curbside taxi cab diving in.
Making out to a dashboard song, tipping that driver to take the long way home.
Can't get back doorstep, walk away, 'cause at 2 AM, those aren't the words you say.
It's written all on your face, we both want me to stay.
I know you do, but I hope you don't expect me to be your late night telephone.
Talking all night long, girl, you got it all wrong.
'Cause when the morning comes, I'll be gone.
And you can tell your friends, that I did you wrong.
And they'll all hate me, but I can't say I disagree.
This kind of life is meant for being free, and love ain't all it's cracked up to be.
From the door into the sheets, you look over and lie and say you love me.
And even though it isn't true, I can't resist the urge to let you hear it, too.
We're not falling, we're playing games.
We're both guilty, should be no one to blame.
No one to blame.
'Cause when the morning comes, I'll be gone.
And you can tell your friends, that I did you wrong.
And they'll all hate me, but I can't say I disagree.
This kind of life is meant for being free, and love ain't all it's cracked up to be.
She's still of the state of mind, that love is just a bottom line of lies.