Get your
Number
Oh-i
I forgot to get your name
But i know it don't mean a thing
I'd know those tailights anywhere
So strange
So different
But sometimes i get this feeling that
We're all the same
All the same
You said your day was rough
So i drove drunk to pick you up
I'd had enough
For both of us
The plastic cup was on the dash
I should've realized
To never look into your eyes
But this could've been romantic in the way you cry
Something romantic in the way you cry