� � � � Turn me on, turn me off and you turn me back on by the weekend � � And you won't say the words that I want but you're flirting, you're drinking � � I see those bubbles pop up while you're texting and they disappear � � Let's cut through this *** 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 cool kissing, we've been reminiscing with each other for the next 40 years � � Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand? � � � Yeah, I want you, don't 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 makeup is next to my toothbrush and 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 cool 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 on a hand? � � Are we last cool 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 cool kissing, will we be reminiscing with each other for the next 40 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? �