Well I woke up naked next to my best friend
She said, "it's different with you
Because you are my best friend"
And our ex's will say "oh I told you so"
But we won't tell 'em
At least not for a while
The night I picked her up she said, "would you stop speaking in clichés
I'd like to speak with the person not the artist if you don't mind"
I was avoiding eye contact while singing Zelda & Scott
It was not about you when I wrote it
But it was about you when I sang it
When your boyfriend was bar tending down the block
I had a gig at a different bar
And you showed up to watch
And I got drunk that night and rode home in the bed of my friends truck with all our amps and guitars making a kind of cocoon around me
And I watch the street lights streak across the sky like shooting stars I wanted to be driving too fast with you in the passengers seat
And our middle fingers out the window
I would drive anywhere in this car with you
As long as I was driving somewhere in this car with you
She said "shut up,
What'd I say about clichés?
I don't fuck with that romantic shit so much"
The night that I came over I had sunglasses sunburn
I must have looked like
A pink and pale raccoon
And she says, "oh my god, what have we done what if we can't go back?
You're only honest with me when you're sleep deprived or have had too much to drink"