Bounce

I'm gonna talk you right out of that dress

A little faster than the way you said

You're just a small combination of intuitive punchlines

Just running through my head

Can you picture frame this scene?

Where do you even hang a guy like me?

I know your stay here is just temporary

But my wit never quite goes out of style

And so we run.

And over the years we sang, woah oh, woah

And nothing's been easier for me

Than getting lost between the trees

I think I always knew

That we'd both end up right where we're supposed to be

And that's with me.

So correct me if I'm wrong, but I thought you knew all along

That my intentions were right where

They we're supposed to be

My phone's been ringing off I bet

With messages you'll never get

I'm sure this taxi's just got somewhere else to be

Somewhere else to be. and so we run.

And over the year's we sang, woah oh, woah oh.

(chorus)

And if this conversation, leads the the accusation

That my failed attempts at finding you

Have been tastefully obscene

Then I would tell you a story

About a boy and his glory

And how a girl he knew once used to her eyes

To bring him to his knees.

I'm gonna talk you right out of, oh, that dress

A little faster than the way you said to me, you said.

(and ever since the sixth grade)

And I know we're out of our heads

But I'll find you and show you exactly what I mean.