Turn
me on,
turn me off,
then you turn me back on by the weekend
And you won't say the words that I want,
but you flub when you're drinking
I see those bubbles pop up like your text and then they disappear
Let's cut to the quick and let's get to what we're doing here
Are we just a backseat?
Try to get it while we can
Are we names in a tag too?
Or just a number on a hand?
Are we less cold,
kissing,
or will we be reminiscing with each other for the next 40 years?
Are we written in the stars, baby?
Or are we written in the sand?
Yeah,
I want you to want me to take you back home to my mama
Put my name on your lips,
call me yours,
and forget all this drama
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush,
but you never put it away on the shelf
I'm asking you,
baby,
cause I'm tired of asking myself
Are we just a backseat?
Try to get it while we can
Are we names in a tag too?
Or just a number on a hand?
Are we less cold,
kissing,
or are we dancing in the kitchen,
baby?
Tell me what it is or what it isn't
Are we written in the stars, baby?
Or are we written in the sand?
Are
we just a backseat?
Try to get it while we can
Are we names in a tag too?
Or a number I should wash right off my hand?
Are we written in the stars, baby?
Or are we written in the sand?
Are we written in the stars, baby?
Or are we written in the sand?