(One hunnid Graham)

I feel I ain′t even gotta pop pillsIf I go then I die real

Talkin' to you′s like walking through a damn minefield

High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel

Talkin' to you′s like walkin′ through a damn

Walkin' through a damn minefield

I feel I ain′t even gotta pop pills

If I go then I die real

Talkin' to you′s like walkin' through a damn minefield

High heels, hear ′em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel

Talkin' to you's like walkin′ through a damn

Walkin′ through a damn minefield

Keep goin', tiptoein′

She was gone with the breeze like the wind blowin'

It′s cold and hot-headed and frozen

Part ways like I'm Moses, pink roses

Everything go up, every door opens

Everything come down, everything closes

Got it aimed at me, is that thing loaded?

I don′t say nothin' else, you don't need motive

Yeah, used to hold hands now we been folding

Mm, try to play us like I didn′t notice

Ain′t gonna let mine lack explosives, I told you

Hey, what color is your parachute?

You wanna love me, you're embarrassed too

I feel I ain′t even gotta pop pills

If I go then I die real

Talkin' to you′s like walking through a damn minefield

High heels, hear 'em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel

Talkin′ to you's like walkin' through a damn

Walkin′ through a damn minefield

I feel I ain′t even gotta pop pills

If I go then I die real

Talkin' to you′s like walkin' through a damn minefield

High heels, hear ′em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel

Talkin' to you′s like walkin' through a damn

Walkin' through a damn minefield

Talk about a kiss when your lips got a little gloss

Don′t gotta talk, it′s the vibe that you're givin′ off

Withdrawals from the talks we had different thoughts

Stain from the pain of the thing, had to get it off

I've been overthinking ′bout it

Do you really love me? Doubt it

Guess there ain't no way around it

Captured by grace

All the while you try to keep a straight face

Lookin′ at me sideways

Hand on your bible, other on your rifle

Got 'em both beside you

That's for survival

I feel I ain′t even gotta pop pills

If I go then I die real

Talkin′ to you's like walking through a damn minefield

High heels, hear ′em come from a mile still

Tell me you feel how I feel

Talkin' to you′s like walkin' through a damn

Walkin′ through a damn minefield