Lyrics

I called you to tell you that I'm better off And I'm fine without you, but truth is I'm not And I know that every time That you see my name, you go insane It's my fault, been thinking we couldn't go wrong And it's true Don't know what you got 'til it's gone Do you think That we could go back to the way it was? Get back to us I still remember us driving down the five-lane Trying to get to L.A. on a Saturday night And you'd always steal my phone 'Cause you had to be the DJ But no, I didn't mind it I don't know what you had in mind When you came, and you said, "You just wanna talk" Well, I know it's hard But you don't need to get this drunk You told me that you'll never stop being in love And you tried but couldn't give me up The next day you said that you lied, oh But drunken talks are sober thoughts I still remember us driving down the five-lane Trying to get to L.A. on a Saturday night And you'd always steal my phone 'Cause you had to be the DJ But no, I didn't mind it And now I want it back Is that too much to ask? Just to have your feet up on my dash Remember us driving down the five-lane Trying to get to L.A. Oh, on a Saturday night If you didn't want this Then why did you come here? I know that you miss me I miss you, it's so clear It's all in the past, babe It's a different story And now I got one thing I need to do I'll pick you up, and we'll drive right down the five-lane Trying to get to L.A. on a Saturday night And I'll let you steal my phone 'Cause you have to be the DJ But no, I don't mind it And now I got it back No more living the past 'Cause I got your feet up on my dash I love when we're driving down the five-lane Trying to get to L.A. Oh, on a Saturday night
Writer(s): Dylan Scheidt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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