Tonight will take a turn for the worse.
I stole the keys from out of your purse
So I could take a drive and think of you and I.
Do you remember singing songs in my old car?
That piece of sh** sure got us far away
From the city lights we learned to love to hate.
So I turn it up and roll the windows down
Light one up, I've got this now.
Scream the verse ‘til my voice gets hoarse.
I think you should know by now...
That I'm falling for your perfect heart.
Blame it on my sentimental charm.
As I round the corner of your street,
I can't help but start feeling weak.
As for all those dudes who say they're not the same
It's safe to say they're lying to your face.
Yeah, this part's about you, so get f**ed stud.
I'd like to see you try and hold me back just once.
I turn the music down to hear myself think
About the memories I regurgitate
With every stroke of the pen.
With every second spent scratching paper
It's becoming clear to me...
That I'm falling for your perfect heart.
Blame it on my sentimental charm.
As I round the corner of my street,
I can't help but start feeling weak.
I pull into the driveway at 4 A.M. with a notebook of thoughts that need to read out loud, but they won't ‘cause I don't know how to be a man and just tell you what I was feeling when I kissed you on the neck that night, or what I whispered in your ear.
Well, I guess I could try though a song or a poem, or some sh** that I wrote. It doesn't make a difference, ‘cause I know I'll just choke on my words ‘cause they're as perfect as your starlit eyes that reflect all the moonlight on this late night drive. So, I put away the keys and I crawl in bed wishing that you were lying next to me here again.