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 flirt when
you're drinking
I see those bubbles pop up like
you're texting then they
disappear
Let's cut through the quick and
let's get to what we're doing
here
Are we just a backseat trying
to get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo or
just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing
or we will
be reminiscing with each other
for the next forty 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 make up 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 trying
to get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo or
just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing, are
we dancing in the kitchen, baby,
tell me what it is and
what it isn't
Are we written in the stars,
baby,
or are we written in the sand
Are we just a backseat trying
to get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo or just
a number I should wash right off
my hand
Are we last call kissing or
we will be reminiscing
with each other
for the next forty years
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
