You should never have to ask how to get lost
Cast your worries aside ‘cause it
doesn’t cost a thing
If you’re his little lady but he lies in your
lap
Quit the what ifs but don’t show him a map or
complain
‘Cause it’s a pain
Everybody’s talking I wasn’t listening
I've been trying to tell you that it’s
intuition
But two minus one and one plus one isn’t one
and the same
How to get lost
You should never need permission to get off
Put your heart in your hands when it glows and
it’s soft it’s insane
Paint your warning signs with your burgundy mouth