Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you I drink to much and that's an issue But I'm ok Hey, you tell your friends it was nice to meet them But I hope I never see them again And I know that it breaks your heart Moved to the city in a broke down car and Four years no calls And now you're looking pretty in a hotel bar And I, I-I, I-I can't stop No I, I-I, I-I can't stop So baby pull me closer in the backseat of your rover that I know you can't afford Bite that tattoo on your shoulder Pull the sheets right off the corner of the mattress that you stole From your roommate back in Boulder We ain't ever getting older I could go on, but this is what I thought when I saw the title. Had this song stuck in my head for a week or so now