We could have been in New York by midnight
I only had one or two
I think I could have made the drive
Instead I drove us back to my room, my roommate’s bed
I didn't know you had a boyfriend

I'm sorry I didn't know
So what’s the point?
Lets pretend it never happened
Clear the record books
This is one too many words said

Your friends lying on that bed
Such reckless abandon
The most direct form of inspiration
Let’s find somewhere dark
Somewhere quiet
Somewhere alone
I swear I didn't know

I'm sorry I didn't know
So what’s the point?
Lets pretend it never happened
Clear the record books
This is one too many words said

Alcohol fuels our desires
I never thought I could do this
Our clothes in a pile on the floor
I'll never see you once you walk out that door
And that's exactly how we need it to be

Alcohol fuels our desires
I never thought I could do this
Our clothes in a pile on the floor
I'll never see you once you walk out that door
And that's exactly how we need it to be

We could have been in New York by midnight...


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