I wrote a goodbye note in lipstick on your arm When you passed out I couldn’t bring myself to call Except to call it quits
Best friends, ex-friends ’til the end Better off as lovers and not the other way around Racing through the city, windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars
This city says, “Come hell or high water” Well, I’m feeling hot and wet I can’t commit to a thing Be it heart or hospital
Best friends, ex-friends ’til the end Better off as lovers and not the other way around Racing through the city, windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars
The tombstones were waiting, they were half-engraved They knew it was over, they just didn’t know the date And I cast a spell over the west to make you think of me The same way I think of you This is a love song in my own way Happily ever after below the waist
Best friends, ex-friends ’til the end Better off as lovers Racing through the city, windows down In the back of yellow checkered cars