Hey,I was doing just fine before I met youI drink too much and that's an issue, but I'm okayHey,you tell your friends it was nice to meet themBut I hope I never see them againI know it breaks your heartMoved to the city and I broke down carin'Four years, no calls Now you're lookin' pretty in a hotel barAnd I, I, I, I, I can't stopNo, I, I, I, I,I can't stopSo baby, pull me closer In the backseat of your RoverThat I know you can't affordBite that tattoo on your shoulderPull the sheets right off the cornerAll the matches that you stoleFrom your roommate back in BoulderWe ain't ever getting olderNo, we ain't ever been aloneIn the backseat of your over that I know you can't afford bite that tattoo on your shoulderPull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole from your roommate back in BoulderWe ain't ever getting olderWe ain't ever getting older