We rode around on the couch in the basement of your friend's house
I got home at five AM
I like the drive, so I don't mind that
But if I were to come back
Would these things happen again?
We'll spend the night if you sneak out
I promise not to make a sound
You'd rather just stare at the stars
I guess it's wrong, but you still tingle
If you were single, it might not be the same
I'm wrong, I'm wrong
But oh, I'm right
I write better at night and get scared at daylight
Cause I'm easily afraid but not easily swayed
And you've got what it takes
So thanks for making my day
I never mention all the stories
It's not that they're boring
But some secrets are fun to keep
These awkward glances and romance
We take these chances because they might be gone next week
See, I can't sing and I can't dance
And I'm not good at romance
I'm not good at anything I admit
But it's too late to worry much
Let's go to sleep, I'll keep in touch
And I won't care in the morning
I'm wrong, I'm wrong
But oh, I'm right
I write better at night and get scared at daylight
Cause I'm easily afraid but not easily swayed
And you've got what it takes
So thanks for making my day