I've tried to balance these Lives that we are living You always feel justified But you never feel forgiving I woke up one morning, I found myself wrapped in the things I swore I'd never touch And here I am again Tryna save what's left of you and I So why aren't you satisfied? I reached out, fell short, now you're hurt Too many words Breaking the silence I felt it, bled it, screamed it It only gets worse And it kills me watching me too angry for us to survive I used too many words tonight I tried to get it right But I was just wasting my time 'Cause you never compromised When it came to us We struggle then fall apart We build it back to static start The endless accusations I can't believe we made it this far I reached out, fell short, now you're hurt Too many words Breaking the silence I felt it, bled it, screamed it It only gets worse And it kills me watching me too angry for us to survive I used too many words tonight Waking alone tomorrow Has gotta be better than this I reached out, fell short, now you're hurt Too many words Breaking the silence I felt it, bled it, screamed it It only gets worse I used too many words tonight Too many words Too many words Too many words Too many words

If you ask me how my day was, I'd say, "Fine" Or what kinda beer I like to drink, I'd say, "Any kind" Good old boys like me, we don't say much Yeah, I'm more the strong and silent type Yeah, but she comes up And then I'm like She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country She likes to dance, but only when she drinks Her eyes give the sky a run for its money And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on Talking your ear off, but if I'm not talking 'bout her Mmm, I'm a man of few words I'm a pick it up, what you want, phone call, four minutes tops Standing 'round a truck bed, crack a beer, take a sip and nod Unless you're talking 'bout the girl I love Then you can't shut me up I'm like She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country She likes to dance, but only when she drinks Her eyes give the sky a run for its money And make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her Yeah, I'm a man of few words Yeah, I'm a man of few words Well, good old boys like me, we don't say much (don't say much) I'm more the strong and silent type Yeah, but she comes up She's city-pretty, but she grew up in the country She likes to dance, but only when she drinks Her eyes give the sky a run for its money Make a Tar Heel wanna pull for Tennessee She's back roads, she's main street, reminds me of home She's knockout, she's locked down, I could go on and on Talking your ear off, but if we're not talking 'bout her I'm a man of few words Yeah, I'm a man of few words Oh, yeah

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