Well I've been in Bushwick Drinking about you Thinking tequila With new friends and full moons I feel the shift in every instance It's all coming back to me A meet-cute in a bathroom A new girl, it's too soon I used to love you, but she feels good too It's all coming back to me Oooh I'm lost but it's right where I'm supposed to be Oooh Messed up but it's all coming back to me now (Yeah, woo, take me off the bench I'm a fighter) Look, I hope you're eating somewhere nice this evening Your friends say that you seem better off without me Well guess what, it's ok You should have it your way You should feel exquisite in every instance too Oooh I'm lost but it's right where I'm supposed to be Oooh Messed up but it's all coming back to me now It's all coming back to me now I'm lost but it's right where I'm supposed to be