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 drinkin' I see those bubbles pop up like you're textin' Then they disappear Let's cut through the shit and let's get to what we're doin' here Are we just a backseat, tryin' to get it while we can? Are we names and a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last call kissin' or will we be reminiscin' 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 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 makeup is next to my toothbrush, but you never put it away on the shelf I'm askin' you, baby, cause I'm tired of askin' myself Are we just a backseat, tryin' to get it while we can? Are we names and a tattoo, or just a number on a hand? Are we last call kissin' or are we dancin' in the kitchen, baby? Tell me what it is or what it isn't Are we written in the stars, baby, or are we written in the sand? Are we just a backseat, tryin' to get it while we can? Are we names and a tattoo, or just a number I should wash right off my hand? Are we last call kissin' or will we be reminiscin' 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? Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm, mm-mm