♪♪
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 to 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 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
♪♪
♪♪
