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
Let's cut through the shit
and let's get to what we're doing here
tryna get it while we can?
Are we names in a tattoo,
or just a number on a hand?
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
Your makeup is next to my toothbrush
but you never put it away on the shelf
'cause I'm tired of asking myself
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?
tryna get it while we can?
Are we names in a tattoo,
or just a number I should
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?
