Tonight will take a turn for the worse.
I stole the keys from out of your purse so I could take a drive to think of you and I.

Do you remember singing songs in my old car?
That piece of shit sure got us far away from the city lights we learned to love to hate.

So turn it up and roll the windows down.
Light one up, I've got this now.
Scream a verse ‘til my voice is hoarse.
I think you should know by now...

That I’m falling for your perfect heart.
Blame it on my sentimental charm.
As I round the corner of your street, I can’t help but start feeling weak.

As for all those dudes who say they’re not the same.
It's safe to say they’re lying to your face.
Well, this part’s about you, so get fucked stud.
I’d like to see you try and hold me back just once.

I turn the music down to hear myself think about the memories I regurgitate with every stroke of the pen.
With every second spent scratching paper it’s becoming clear to me...

That I’m falling for your perfect heart.
Blame it on my sentimental charm.
As I round the corner of my street, I can’t help but start feeling weak.

I pull into the driveway at four A.M. with a notebook of thoughts that need to read out loud, but they won’t ‘cause I don’t know how to suck it up and just tell you what I was feeling when I kissed you on the neck that night, or what I whispered in your ear.

Though, I guess I could try though a song, or a poem, or some bullshit I wrote. It doesn't make a difference 'cause I know I’ll just choke on my words as perfect as your starlit eyes reflecting the moonlight on this late night drive. So, I put away the keys and crawl in bed wishing that you were lying next to me here again.