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 disappearLet's cut through the shit and 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?