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Talk Too Much - Sam Hayes

Checking my phone for the third time in ten minutes. Acting like I’m busy, pushing past my limits. Had a whole strategy mapped out on the drive. Now I’m scrambling just to keep the vibe alive. You ask how I've been, keep it casual and light. And I start giving you my resume for the night. Bass is hitting heavy through the floorboards now. I’m trying to play it cool, but I don’t know how. Oh, I talk too much when I’m losing my grip. Let a hundred bad jokes slide right past my lips. Trying to look collected, trying to look tight, While I spin out of control under blacklight. You just lean back, watching it unravel, While I fill up every second with useless gravel. Yeah, I talk too much. Now I’m breaking down the acoustics in the room. Why the DJ's playlist is driving me to doom. You’re biting on your lip, trying not to laugh, Watching me tear my own cool in half. I take a sip of soda, tell myself to chill. Count to four slowly, stand completely still. Bass is hitting heavy through the floorboards now. I’m trying to play it cool, but I don’t know how. Oh, I talk too much when I’m losing my grip. Let a hundred bad jokes slide right past my lips. Trying to look collected, trying to look tight, While I spin out of control under blacklight. You just lean back, watching it unravel, While I fill up every second with useless gravel. Yeah, I talk too much. I could just stop. Right here on the spot. Quit trying to be something that I’m not. You step a little closer, cut through the static, And suddenly my head isn't so chaotic. 'Cause I talk too much when I’m losing my grip! Let a hundred bad jokes slide right past my lips! Trying to look collected, trying to look tight, While I spin out of control under blacklight! You just lean back, watching it unravel, While I fill up every second with useless gravel! Yeah, I talk too much, Somebody turn me down.