Get your Number Oh-i I forgot to get your name But i know it don't mean a thing I'd know those tailights anywhere So strange So different But sometimes i get this feeling that We're all the same All the same You said your day was rough So i drove drunk to pick you up I'd had enough For both of us The plastic cup was on the dash I should've realized To never look into your eyes But this could've been romantic in the way you cry Something romantic in the way you cry