3,2,1

Standing on my step, kinda felt like freedom

Malibu, one suitcase short of leaving

You were the driver, I was the reason

There was mascara on your shirt

If I'da known where that left turn was leading

You'da seen me running in the rearview

Like you tied my heart to your car

Turn the key in three, two

One day, you called me baby

These days, it's only 80

Proof you probably hate me

I don't blame you, I blame me

For them sunset taillights sinking

Tonight I'm just thinking

Three words, too late

Damn, girl, you're the one that got away

Counting on a bottle to flood these memories

They're still floating, and it's almost empty

Take the whiskey rain of this century

To drown you out

Make you do a U-turn

If it was me, it was up to

Girl, just like that, I'd take you back in three, two

One day, you called me baby

These days, it's only 80

Proof you probably hate me

I don't blame you, I blame me

For them sunset taillights sinking

Tonight I'm just thinking

Three words, too late

Damn, girl, you're the one that got away

Yeah, in about three, two

One, I'ma call you baby, try to change your mind 180

I know you probably hate me

I don't blame you, I blame me

For them sunset taillights sinking

Tonight I'm just thinking

Three words, too late

Damn, girl, you're the one that got away

Got away