[Verse 1]
Well, I've been pretty good at putting on a face
Singing songs no one'll hear and tarnishing my name
Three pills, a wasted drink, and hallucinogen
And telling friends I don't know when I'll see their face again

[Chorus]
But I'm pretty good at faking sober
And pretty good at crossing over those lines
Oh, those lines

[Verse 2]
It's not all black and white, no, it's not all cut and dry
There's little bits of gray in-between
And I don't know why I am the way I am
But if you stick around a while, oh, maybe you will see

[Chorus]
That I'm pretty good at faking sober
And pretty good at crossing over those lines
Oh, those lines

[Bridge]
I'm just a dreamer who's getting older
Keep making thе same mistakes over and ovеr
I'm getting tired of making excuses
While my mother keeps on praying to Jesus
That I make a change from my wicked ways
But I keep on doing all the same damn things
[Chorus]
'Cause I'm pretty good at faking sober
And pretty good at crossing over those lines
Oh, those lines
Lines
Oh, those lines