Written in the Sand - Live
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 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?
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 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?
Credits
Writer(s): Trevor Joseph Rosen, Shane L. Mcanally, Brad Francis Tursi, Matthew Thomas Ramsey
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