Late Night Drives

We're in the back of the car and you're pullin' me in
We got the windows rolled down, messy hair in the wind
And my friend is driving fast but we move slow as we kiss
Late nights driving fast

You run your fingers through my hair and on my tattoos
Cause there's one right on my chest and one on my right thigh
Yeah you were mine and yet I never really had you
And the feeling's permanent impressed upon my mind I've gone
I've gone up and down and back and forth over everything we did
After you left, I never saw you again
But I won't forget the late night drives

Taking pictures in the bathroom when we dressed up
Little kisses on my tattoos to show your love
Singing all our favorite songs at the top of our lungs
I know I won't forget, there was a lot of bad, but I remember

Holding on your hand when I'd show you stuff
And the way you danced when it was only us
All the future plans that we made too young
I know I won't forget, there was a lot of bad
But I choose to remember this

Yeah, long night, we drinking rum and cola
I know sometimes it makes me cocky but how could I not be
We walk in and they jealous so they hating
But I don't really care, I show you off and they can keep on watching
Now it's late night and I can see in your eyes
We're getting outta here, we hop into my friend's Corolla
You're sitting on my lap cause all my friends are coming over
I never thought that this would end

Taking pictures in the bathroom when we dressed up
Little kisses on my tattoos to show your love
Singing all our favorite songs at the top of our lungs
I know I won't forget, there was a lot of bad, but I remember

Holding on your hand when I'd show you stuff
And the way you danced when it was only us
All the future plans that we made too young
I know I won't forget, there was a lot of bad
But I choose to remember this

Oh yeah, choose to remember this
On that late night drive, speeding in the whip
All those late night drives, acting foolish
Acting stupid, but I'm not complaining
Wouldn't change my life, I'm just saying
Wouldn't trade bad times, that's what made me
Now she typing in my name so she can play this
Added it to late night drives, that's the playlist



Credits
Writer(s): James Larsen
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