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 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 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?