(I know that we're gonna explode, so I wanna get gone for good)

We talk about your roommates

We talk about your boss

Talk about the drinks were drinking

I wanna talk about us

You squeezed my arms so tight, my hands were turning blue

Couldn't feel my fingertips

I couldn't quite feel

(I know that we're gonna explode, so I wanna get gone for good)

They say that when the fit is right, you won't have to ask

Well, I've got my hand raised high

Been kissing you through Plexiglass

All night I was dropping you clues

I was making dumb jokes instead of breaking the news

Dance around it in your living room

I couldn't quite tell

You

I couldn't quite tell

You

I couldn't quite tell

You

You can't see the storm I'm walking through

I couldn't quite tell

I know that we're gonna explode, so I wanna get gone for good

I know the way this goes

I don't know you like I should