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 texting then they disappear
Let's cut through the shit
then let's get to what we're doing here

Are we just a backseat
tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo
or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing
or will we be reminiscing with each other
for the next forty 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
(forget it all)
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush
but 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
tryna get it while we can
Are we names in a tattoo
or just a number on a hand
Are we last call kissing
are we dancing 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
tryna 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 call kissing
or will we be reminiscing with each other
for the next forty 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