She said "So, tell me what you're thinking"
But he don't know, so impressionable
So she let go, and in the art of drinking
He took those signs as something
He said, "The stupid things you said
Were never meant to make such sense
Don't take this to your head
'Cause that could be the consequence
And this one, oh"
So she said "So", and so he mentioned something
So dead wrong, so questionable
So she said "Son, is this all that you're thinking?"
And it was far from comfortable. So she said
"Don't take this to the heart
It never meant to make such sense
When this is just the start
And that was just an accident
But this one, oh
Did you think of that one?"
If every question wasn't questionable
We would ask the unquestionable
If every question wasn't questionable
We would ask these questions
It never meant to make you say that
This is just the start
I never meant to make it stop
Don't take this to the heart
'Cause that could be the end
Did you think of that one? No
Didn't think of that one
If every question wasn't questionable