S.O.S
Clutching the steering wheel and crying aloudBut your voice on the airwaves drowns me outCrazy to think that since five AM all I see is green eyes and I'm lost in them andI get it she's tall and she's pretty and blonde and she can write one hell of a break up song butshe'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 fingertipsAnd 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 hopeAnd I've sunken the ships, somebody throw me the ropeIt's getting too late to be seeing your faceAnd I'm dreaming of the ways that you probably tasteThe dimples on your cheeks, yeah, they swallow me upAnd I'm lost on your body because you're making it roughTracing the ink on your skin in my mindWell, your girls 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 fingertipsAnd I've fantasized 'bout what it's like to say "goodnight" to your kiss
And you said you'd be back for meLove the dimples in my back for meAnd I believed it's trueAnd 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 its 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 fingertipsAnd I've fantasized 'bout what it's like to say "goodnight" to your kiss
She'll never love you like I couldShe'll never love you like I could