I kept your number unsaved
Probably better that way
Until I get past the gate
Until my return flight is made
Boeing to taxi
Plan somewhere fancy
I'll meet with Moet
Come on over to lay
I don't wanna leave til the
Black out curtains are pulled from fuckin' ya
Fuckin' ya
And you could put the blame on me
When I'm at my final destination
Destination
But you could always come over to lay
Lay
Lay
Lay
Over to lay
Lay
Lay
Lay
Over to lay
Over to lay
Lay, uh, yeah
Oh na na na
Oh la la lay
Yeah
You said to save space for regret
Not like I have that much left
But what's left I save it for you
That much I can do
So when we part ways
I could retain grace
And some piece of home
When your skin finds a new face
I don't wanna leave til the
Black out curtains are pulled from fuckin' ya
Fuckin ya'
And you could put the blame on me
When I'm at my final destination
Destination
But you could always come over
I don't wanna leave til the
Black out curtains are pulled from fuckin' ya (pulled from fuckin ya)
Fuckin' ya (pulled from fuckin' ya)
And you could put the blame on me
When I'm at my (put the blame) final destination
(Put the blame on me, put the blame on me)
Destination
But you could always come over to lay (come over)
Lay (come over to lay)
Lay (come over to lay)
Lay
Over to lay (come, ah)
Lay
Lay
Lay
Over to lay (over to lay, over over over, uh)
Over to lay (whoa)
Over to lay