[Verse 1: Free Throw]
Head first dive into the shallow end
Receipt says read on the message sent
It's 3:30am, I just got back from the bar
And I'm sure you're just waiting to reply at the start of your day

The words are just harder to say
With out all the courage of cheap Chardonnay
Or anything else that quells my sense of self criticism that lead me astray

I've got a feeling that I'll fuck shit up
That I don't know how to fix
A tough break with the toughest luck
I think I'm overthinking, I know I'm over fucking thinking this

Loose lips have always sank my ships
The truth is I know you're exactly what I've always wanted
But it's not smart to build onto a house that is haunted
By the feeling that I'll fuck shit up
That I don't know how to fix

A tough break with the toughest luck
I think I'm overthinking, I know I'm over fucking thinking it
Yeah, I'm over fucking thinking this

[Verse 2: Free Throw]
The truth is I know that you are exactly what I've always wanted
But it's not smart to build onto a house that is haunted
By a head first dive into the shallow end
Receipt says read on the message sent
It's 4:30am and I'm lying awake
With my brain full of apparitions of your face

And the words are just harder to say
Without all the courage of cheap Chardonnay
Or anything else, you're just all that I've wanted
But it's not smart to build onto a house that was haunted
In the first place