

(hummmmm) Sticky dance floor at one fourteen
Sweat and basslines we left behind
Looking down at my wrist in the dash light green
A silver letter that isn't mine (hummmmm)
Humming that bassline under my breath (ooh)
In the backseat driving home With a stranger's initial on my wrist
Looking out at the empty streets
Your song repeating
in the ride
Metal bracelet and cold receipts
Keeps the memory warm inside (hummmmm)
Humming that bassline under my breath (ooh)
In the backseat driving home With a stranger's initial on my wrist (hummmmm)