Clutching the steering wheel and crying aloud,
But your voice on the airwaves drowns me out,
Crazy to think that since 5 AM all I see is green eyes and I'm lost in them, and
I get it, she's tall, and she's pretty, and blonde, and she can write one hell of a break-up song but
She'll never love you like I could.
Now I wonder what it's like to run my fingers through your hair,
But I'll never know.
And I wonder what it's like to come home late and have you there,
But I'll never know.
And I've memorized every line on your fingertips,
And I've fantasized 'bout what it's like to say «goodnight» to your kiss.
And it's crazy to think that I've given up hope,
And I've sunken the ships, somebody throw me the rope.
It's getting too late to be seeing your face,
And I'm dreaming of the ways that you probably taste,
The dimples on your cheeks, yeah, they swallow me up,
And I'm lost on your body because you're making it rough,
Tracing the ink on your skin in my mind,
Well, your girl's got an album that is better than mine.
And I wonder what it's like to run my fingers through your hair,
But I'll never know.
And I wonder what it's like to come home late and have you there,
But I'll never know.
And I've memorized every line on your fingertips,
And I've fantasized 'bout what it's like to say «goodnight» to your kiss.
And you said you'd be back for me,
Love the dimples in my back for me,
And I believed it's true,
And if you do all that for me, at the very least I'd have to be writing this one for you.
Now I wonder what it's like to run my fingers through your hair,
But I'll never know.
And I wonder what it's like to come home late and have you there,
But I'll never know.
And I've memorized every line on your fingertips,
And I've fantasized 'bout what it's like to say «goodnight» to your kiss.
She'll never love you like I could,
She'll never love you like I could.