Written in the Sand

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 drinking

I see those bubbles pop up like your texts and then they disappear

Let's cut through the shit 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 call 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?

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

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 call 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 call 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 call 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?