It's getting cold
Before the storm
You're sitting close
Just like before
We both agreed
Not to speak
Not much to say anyway
I'm cruisin' slow
In a black corvette
The empty seat won't let me forget
Your legs
In a small white dress
Wearing my jacket
I'll take the blame for our mistakes
Keep feelings down
When we fool around
If we reach out
It can't be found
We sure ain't friends
But we got somethin
A little bit more than benefits
I'm cruisin' slow
In a black corvette
The empty seat won't let me forget
Your legs
In a small white dress
Wearing my jacket
I'll take the blame for our mistakes
I should'a been there for you
But you don't want me
And I don't want you
I can't be what you need
Don't know what I'll do
When I lose you
F*ck
Don't know what I'll do
Don't know what I'll do
When I lose you