Bowling For Soup

I wanna wake up in your arms
I wanna set off your alarm
I wanna break into your car
and I wanna take out the back seat
The one where you told me everything
I thought I'd always wanted to hear
The one where you told me that it's over

And every time you look in your rear view mirror
I hope you see me
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh huh

I hope you like your two-seater, no radio
Key marks parallel to the pinstripes
Windows broken, your t-top's stolen
Now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride

I gotta get the hell out of dodge
I just spent the whole night avoiding the cops
And I just don't think I'll go to the clink
Just 'cause I took out the backseat

Remember you told me everything
I thought I always wanted to hear
And that's where you told me that it's over

And every time you look in your rear view mirror
I hope you see me
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together, uh huh

I hope you like your two-seater, no radio
Key marks parallel to the pinstripes
Windows broken, your t-top's stolen
Now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride

Can you hear your radio?
I bet you can't hear your radio
So you'll never know I wrote this song (for you)
Sorry that your tires are flat
No, you really weren't expecting that
Guess I got a little carried away

So when you look in your rear view mirror
I hope you see me there

I hope you like your two-seater, no radio
Key marks parallel to the pinstripes
Windows broken, your t-top's stolen
Now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride

(No radio) Two-seater, (No radio) thanks for the ride
Two-seater, (boomboopboomba), thanks for the ride,(boomboopboomba)
Two-seater, (boomboopboomba) thanks for the ride