42

You ask, "How many more days?" And I say, "42" 'Til I move back to Nashville Said you've been counting too It's strange how in November It'll be a year of missing you I almost can't believe it I get to see you soon More than just visit, I'll be living 10 from you I'm praying that we'll pick up Right where we left off in that back room So tell all the girls you've been kissing that they had a good run But it's all over and through Tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city And that it's not them It's that I finally get to have you In your penthouse with the bad view And my toothbrush in your bathroom You can tell I'm tryna act cool But do I finally get to have you? Met you in the red lights Laughing like a kid The first time that you kissed me I got back my innocence Took two weeks 'til I'm leaving Now four shoes on the front porch all makes sense It all makes sense And if I never left, we wouldn't be on the phone I'd be sleeping on your chest, not this king-size alone And we'd be more than a picture we drew up in our heads And I'd finally get to give you my best And I'd tell the boys I've been kissing that they had a good run But it's all over and through I'd tell them that your little lady's moving back to the city And that it's not them It's that you finally get to have me Almost naked in your backseat You bite my lip 'cause I keep laughing I never felt this fucking happy And now you finally get to have me