You look as good as the day I met you,
I forget just why I left you, I was insane.
Stay here and play that Blink-182 song,
Then we'd be locked to that beat, twist it up, okay.
And when I press your heart, move to the city in the broken-down car,
Or we just go home, now I'm looking pretty in the hotel bar,
I can't stop, no, I can't stop.
So baby, pull me closer in the backseat of your ride,
Get a ride, you can't afford that, get a taxi when you're drunk,
Know that she's the one at the corner, all the metrics get you slow,
From the moment I got in, needing you.